I don't know about anyone else, but I've had just about enough of this rain business. It's been raining since Saturday, and it's not even warm rain. It's cold rain, the kind that bites and stings you as you hop over puddles. It's the kind of rain that brings the risk of getting an umbrella to the eye as you descend into the subway.
I think I would prefer snow.
Anyhow, the news today is that I am offically Crazy Aunt Pauline. Yes, my brother Rob managed to successfully reproduce himself and the little guy came into the world yesterday, via my sister-in-law, Hun. The kid still has no name (?!?!) since I guess the parents need more time to think about it. Nine months clearly wasn't long enough. Doesn't everyone know what they want to name their kids? My sons will be Andre, Ivan or Edward. This is a non-negotiable. The way I see it, if I'm being split in two to birth these kids, I should be able to name them whatever I want. So if I want to name them, say, Striped Platypus, then by all means, I will.
This turn of events will get the family off my back for a while. Under normal circumstances they like to harangue me about not being married or not making enough money. I think a grandchild, who has accomplished nothing other than emerging from the womb, should hold their attention, at least for a few years.
