Saturday was a lovely, wonderful day. K threw a baby shower for me and for D, and baby to-be-named-later.
About a dozen of our friends showed up to Highland park to eat cupcakes, drink lemonade, and laugh about parenthood with us.
Here are some of the more hilarious parts of the party:
D: "We're going to need to hire a wet-nurse."
Me: "Why? I'm planning to breast-feed and it's not 1850."
D: "But we'll still need a wet-nurse."
J: "Dude, what do you think 'wet-nurse' means?"
D: "A nurse who takes care of all the wet things."
EVERYONE LAUGHS.
A: "Sorry I'm late. I woke up hungover at a stranger's house in Benecia and realized I needed to be 80 miles away. Here's some money."
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