I have only one follower of this blog (although other people than the follower read it) and he complained about the length of some of my entries. Am I writing tripe? Will have to consider this.
Walked around Town Lake on Sunday. The longest Town Lake walk ever, or so it felt. Between my injured toe and carrying around this baby disguised as a bowling ball it felt pretty far.
I decided the sensation of the baby kicking is most comparable to melted chocolate in a saucepan slowly boiling. You know how it burble burbles, popping bubbles every now and then? That's what it feels like.
William and I went to a birthday party the other day. One of the women asked, "Are you expecting?" I'm sure she was just being cautious and nice but when your belly is out to here and you look like you swallowed a watermelon whole it's kind of an odd question. She kept looking at me and laughing uproariously at some joke only she could understand so I mostly avoided her.
The assassin story is going well. I have many more ideas for this than I did for Audra. Maybe the assassin could take out Audra, and that would be an ending for that story.
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