Saturday July 12, 2003

Missy, Mark, and soon-to-be Madison

Doing what you hate for people you love, doesn't it just make you feel good? No? Yeah, me neither. Anyway, today I fished out the only skirt I own from deep inside my closet, yanked on a pair of pantyhose, and made myself look girly for my friend Missy's baby shower. At the party we ate cake, opened presents, played games, and rubbed the big belly in hopes of feeling a kick (I didn't). Generally it was exactly what baby showers are supposed to be: friendly little gift-giving gatherings. Of course, this wasn't my kind of social event, but I was glad that Missy got all she wanted --toys, baby wipes, and infant clothes. I still can't believe my Missy is going to be a mommy. Holy cow.