Here: have some booties.
The Blossom-In-Law Jules is in labor! Wooohoo! It might be a little early in the term but no one seems too worried so late tonight or early tomorrow morning I shall be an Auntie (as opposed to an Uncle, which I also am). Mom is utterly chuffed. My brother Mark is exhausted already, the poor bastard. Honestly: I can't wait to have someone to make tutus for.
Like a complete bonzo frickin' idiot, I've forked over the handknits waaaay before any shower was planned so I am now empty-handed. This is par for the course as I am horrible at showers of all kinds that don't actually involve soap. I usually show up with a carton of smokes and a twelve pack and everyone is their flowered frock wonder who invited the lesbian. Not that I mind.
Like a complete bonzo frickin' idiot, I've forked over the handknits waaaay before any shower was planned so I am now empty-handed. This is par for the course as I am horrible at showers of all kinds that don't actually involve soap. I usually show up with a carton of smokes and a twelve pack and everyone is their flowered frock wonder who invited the lesbian. Not that I mind.
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Baby showers are rough crowds. Have you heard of the poopy diaper game where they melt candy bars in a diaper and guests have to smell it and guess the type of candy? This is popular at showers in the Midwest. You can come be a lesbian at our parties any time! (I won't tell anyone you're not.)
Remember to smell the baby's head- it's wonderfully intoxicating. And baby feet are delightful to look at for hours on end. But don't forget- Aunties also dress baby's up funny for photo ops. And they get to make cookies with them once they are able to stand.
Happy Auntie-hood!
You'd like baby showers with my friens. Lots of wine and good food. And no silly games.