Wow. You all are some crazy, baby-naming fools! Thanks for all the recommendations; I will submit them to the committee for consideration. (The committee is me, Chris and the cats. Yes, the cats get a vote.)
So anyway, on a non-baby topic, I just got promoted. Yay me! Except that I am not really promoted in that I don't get any more money or a different job grade and I get people theoretically reporting to me but not really, so basically I get to do more work and I get nothing in return other than the satisfaction of a job well done which as we all know does not buy any pairs of shoes and therefore sucks as recompense. However, I did get an email sent out to various people I work with listing other people I work with as reporting to me, so now I feel all powerful and important and am going to make my new peons go wash my car. Or maybe I will wash their cars, because honestly I've done management before and I suck at it. (And by "done management" I mean that I have been management before, not that I have done management so you can all just get your minds out of the gutter. Except wait, Chris has been in management too, so I guess that technically I have done management after all and done it fairly well, if I do say so myself. Wait, I think this is going somewhere I really don't want to go. Nevermind.)
I am curious about two things about my new sorta promotion. First, I am going on maternity leave in 108 days. Second, I blog all day. Does this seem odd to anybody else? I seem to have some sort of special golden aura when it comes to jobs, because people love, adore and promote me no matter what I do. I don't understand it, but I live in fear that someday it will stop and I will have to start actually making an effort. Let's hope that doesn't happen anytime soon, as I am currently too busy being pregnant to do a real job.
Since I am being disjointed and nonsensical today already, I will leave you with a conversation Chris and I had last Friday as we left the lovely yummy Indian restaurant where we had dinner.
Me: I always think that sign says Burpa Thai.
Chris: It does.
Me: No, it doesn't.
Chris: Oh, you're right. I thought it was Burpa Thai too. You know, like Hug Your Dog, Burp A Thai.
Chris: What? I mean Hug Your Dog, Burp A Thai, as in burp an actual Thai person.
Me: Yeah, I got it, I just don't see the connection between hugging a dog and burping a Southeast Asian person.
(I know it's only funny if you were there, and also were us, I just feel the need to occasionally prove that my husband is as insane as I am.)