Poetic

I haven't posted in a while, though that isn't to say that I've been particularly busy with other things; pregnancy is actually kind of boring. You have to figure out how to get new stuff and get the Army to somehow pay for the shipping, and you sometimes go to doctor's appointments. That's about it.

Also, we moved to a three bedroom apartment three floors down and one apartment south. And I have vowed to throw away no less than 500 lbs of crap prior to our next move. I don't need that blonde wig anymore, nor the 3,ooo-some-odd hangars we have in storage just in case some king of chronic-hangar-wasting disease breaks out among the hangar population currently in the apartment and we have to start thinning the herds and repopulating them from outside sources...

So, instead of anything of value to write, I have composed poetry, more specifically haiku, the lazy man's poem, for your entertainment. Or lack thereof. I have to give you some reason to keep checking this site.

Hurricane coverage:
"I'd best go in, Bill,
Or I'll get hit with debris."
We can only hope.

Das Kind:
The Bean's on the way.
Quite active for his size. Wait,
You're calling him what?!


Also, I saw one of these on our balcony. It's a hummingbird hawk moth. This was a couple days after this image showed up on my 'Yahoo Most Viewed Photos.' That was cool. Speaking of cool, it's definitley no longer swimming weather here.

The end.


***Addendum***
Oh yeah, one more:

Little orange T
Secures much fine reporting.
What were they thinking?...I mean seriously, I love the New York Times and all, but there's no way it's $50 a year's worth of admiration and what's to prevent me from sharing an account with one or half a dozen other people? I'm going to get a lot more work done now.