Or: In which I brain fart in your general direkshun.
Or: Things I was thinking about when Olivia woke up at 2:30, 3:30, and 4:30 a.m.
A wise man once said, "Happy Wife, Happy Life."
And I know what you're thinking - there's no such thing as a wise man.
But I read this book one time, and I bet you won't believe this, but in this book there were THREE wise men! In the same place at the same time!
And if you think that is crazy, get a load of this: these guys knew enough to get gifts when a baby was born!
Now, I'm not sure if the author(s) left the part out about how the wives of these three wise men actually did the shopping because seriously? Don't the women always have to do the shopping? Because I never see men in Bath and Body Works around Christmastime picking out hand soaps for their mothers. Or scouring the aisles at Target trying to find baby registry items.
(Seriously, Target? What is UP with your registry? It blows. And it pains me to say that because I love you, Target. I do. But your registry (and your return policy) blows a big fat fatty.)
Another possibility is that they knew they needed to bring gifts for the baby but didn't have time to shop, so they totally regifted at the last minute. "Hmmm...what should I bring? I have that old frankencense from Aunt Edith, I suppose I could just take that."
There are so many more believable things in this book, like a talking fire bush and a dude who lived inside a fish for three days.
But a man who brings baby gifts? I'm not buying that.
(It is quite possible that I will post a real, not ridiculous entry somewhat soon.)
(Possible but not definite.)