Today I have to go and get a present for my friend's baby shower. I have never been to a baby shower before, although I have a few chums who have done the breeding thing and I've gotten them various random presents. I don't know what to get. She's registered at Target and Babies R Us, but I think you have to get all that stuff online or something, and this being the day of said shower, I don't think I can just turn up with a printed out gift receipt and a promise that whatever I got will arrive within five to ten working days. That seems like it would be breaching some kind of offspring-celebration etiquette. I have about five hours to figure it out.
I need to write about how All-star and I had a yelling match at the six corners earlier this week, and how we made up by drinking our weight in beer at a baseball game, and also about yesterday when we packed up his things because he's moving tomorrow...and about how I went out with Kitty last night and experienced Wrigleyville in all its douche-y glory, and ended the night fuming because All-star wasn't answering his phone and the door-man wouldn't let me in. All of these things were quite interesting and had a lot of amusing details, but right now I have to go and get some kind of baby-centric gift and try not to freak out about how school is starting in two days. That is all.
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