We are off to see Complicated Mama (WTF), Rocket Man, and their three kids this weekend. And we don’t need sperm. Yay! This is our first visit since the time that worked, on vacation with them, which also happened to be WTF and RMs darkest hour in terms of new baby hell also known as chronic sleep deprivation. Needless to say that was not a great vacation for anyone, and the last thing they wanted to be doing was providing sexy late night donations to us. But, knock on all wood in the universe, we don’t need to do that with them ever, ever, again. Now we get to oogle the new baby, now 5 months old and rub S’s shockingly large belly, and have great fucking cuban food, and also have a memorial service (adults going to a river near their house with pinwheels) for CM and RM’s baby who died at 22 weeks, also named Charlotte.
We will let the wind blow the pinwheels, say a blessing, and return home to a house full of living babies (five total) theirs, ours, and one on the way.