Liv says, "Write a blog." I try to tell her, "It's a blog post, not a blog."
Liv: I think it's a blog.
Rich: A blog is what we put our posts on, just like you write journal entries in a journal; you don't write journals in a journal.
Liv: I can write one about the baby. My stomach is 31 cm. The baby weighs about 3 pounds. She's 17 inches long. That's long! (From head-to-toe.) Most babies, when they're born, are about 19 to 21 inches long. She just needs to fatten up. She'll gain about 4 to 5 pounds in the next 2 and a half months, and I'll gain twice that. Lovely... [Liv opens up a box of Nerds.] I think the baby likes candy.
Rich: The baby, huh?
Liv: You forgot to say that she's a big pain in the side, and she makes me go to the bathroom all the time. Hey, you should take a picture of me tomorrow, to show everybody how big I am. Are you writing that down? I wasn't saying that for our blog. I mean, post. Whatever! I'm just going to stop talking so you can't write anything down. Don't write that down! No one's going to like reading this. What's the blog going to be called-- "Olivia talks to herself?" I mean, post.
Rich: That's pretty good.
Liv: I can't believe you're posting that.
4 comments:
Dude that's hilarious. I bet she's going to kick your butt when she sees this, though.
I hear you might be coming to Dallas?! I might be moving there, Lord willing, in January and Laura lives there now. Keep us updated on this, as it would be good to see you again.
btw, I finally got around to adding a link to your page.
I'll definitely keep you updated. It depends on the job offers. But it's a real possibility.
Oh yeah, and my wife is so sweet that she wouldn't kill me. Maybe attack me with a knife, but not murder me. Just kidding. She was laughing, too.
haha. that was a great post
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