Alright, let’s address the elephant in the room – did you guys know it’s “Hi-yo Silver” and not “Hi-ho Silver?” I’ll still yell “Hi-ho Silver”. Sometimes when you’re wrong, you don’t want to be right.
Secondly, we’re moving to Texas! Those of you that know me personally, know I’ve been wanting to do this for some time now. Well, some time came knocking in the form of a little bundle of joy in the oven. Wait, no, it’s a bun in the oven. You don’t put the bundle of joy in the oven. Valerie is pregnant. Man, I really dropped the ball on that announcement.
About two months ago Valerie came out of the bathroom, shaking with excitement. She told me to come with her and led me into the bathroom. Not knowing what to expect, I readied myself for bug-killing duties. Upon entering the bathroom she showed me a positive pregnancy test, to which I could do nothing but smile. And no, not because I didn’t have to kill a scary bathroom bug.
Now, numerous visits to the doctor, specialists, and various fast food establishments later, here we are! Valerie is entering her second trimester, I’m practicing my “Brave Dad” act and killing bugs with gusto, and our apartment is slowly transforming into a maze of boxes. Life is pretty dang sweet.
The question that is likely on all of your minds, “Will you change the name of the site?” Nope. Not a chance. Texas may have the Gulf, but that state is so big we’ll have to go out of our way to see it. So, as far as I’m concerned, I’ll still be landlocked.
Oh, and I’m still alive. I realize it’s been four months since my last post, which is long enough for most to be considered permanently lost at sea. Not this guy. Just negligent on land. Seeing as I’m not the one pregnant and I can still drink beer, look out for some Six-Pack Saturdays in the near(ish) future. I will definitely be doing some soon. In the mean time, I’ve got some “What to Expect” to read and some boxes to pack!