I know. 'Nuff said, I said yesterday. Couldn't resist this one, though.

On to other news, my daughter Amy is pregnant. She and her husband are expecting the joyful bundle the middle of October. This will be my fourth grandchild and probably the only one I'll be able to bond with. The others live very, very far away much to my dismay. This will make it even more interesting when Amy and Todd move in with us at the end of this month. So far I am looking very forward to going through this with them. I say So Far because once the reality hits of this new little person being in the house it might be an altogether different story. You know, the crying at all hours of the night, the toddling and everything having to be put up out of baby's reach, the drooling all over everything, the messy hands deciding to play with Grandpa Hudgie's keyboard. Hoo boy, the shit will hit the fan the day THAT happens.

It will be interesting. Amy has always said that she wants me right there with her while the baby is born. With her living with me, that will be a certain event since I won't have to drive two hours north to get to the hospital. It's been decades since I was involved in raising a child. I used to know that stuff without even thinking, like breathing. I had five kids to practice on. It's probably like riding a bike; it will all come back to me once I'm back on it again. Much to my dismay or to my liking? I dunno. At least this time the kid's not my responsibility. Hee hee, I can give it back to the parents any time I like. Not like when they were my own kids. I was stuck with them. And had absolutely no supportive grandparents to take them off my hands ever. That's too long of a story to get into right now so I'll just leave it at that.

Oh, man, will October get here fast enough?