SIX SIX (oh) SIX
Tuesday. MSR was due Friday and so she's checking into the hospital this evening where they'll induce the birth of her son tomorrow. MSC suggested she go sit in the corner and cross her legs tightly until then because she certainly wouldn't want him to be born today now, would she? I personally think it would be pretty hot, boy or girl, but what do I know? Maybe these things, when other kids learn about them, make your childhood more difficult; maybe there are employers who would think twice about hiring you; maybe holy water would burn your skin. Should be a leg up in the entertainment business though, wouldn't you think?
I wonder when they realized it was a six-six-oh-six primary election day in California? Will that say anything about today's results? You could make me believe the last Presidential election was held on a similarly unfortunate date if I didn't believe you can be swacked on any old ordinary numbered day whether you're watching for the beast or not. Still, I'm home early, having stopped at Beverages and More to replenish my sake supply in anticipation to listening to the returns this evening. Maybe my buying sake is tempting the fates. Do you think?
I think this is silly.
The election, the sake or SIX, SIX, (oh) SIX?