This is an example of how my brain [doesn't] work: Yesterday I decided to test the water pressure in my shower (I never use it -- it's never had enough pressure to warrant use -- I just bathe instead), to see if the plumber, when fixing the leak, had also helped me out in that arena. I turned the water on. Yes, it's a little better. I turned it off.
I turned around, did several things in the bathroom, just tidying up, and then looked at the wall next to the shower. There was WATER running down it, just like the water that's been running down my windows on the inside lately from condensation. This was TERRIBLE. I'd get mold! The walls would crumble! The floors would dissolve! The paint would run!
It seriously took me two minutes of panicked wiping down of the walls to remember I'd turned the shower on. Stunning, really.
In other news, some links for y'all.
Make a womb! Send it to Washington! Support Roe v. Wade! (How many exclamation points can I fit into this post? Watch and see!) Seriously. How great and timely is this? Anyone in?
Dating guidelines from the Rabbit.
And every new baby needs one of these. Really!