We spent my 40Th birthday in Hooters. I felt like Gloria Steinem would come in any second and rip the chicken wings and beer out of my hand. M was suppose to take me to a nice place. But then she started crying about her new job offer (more about that another time). There was midtown traffic, and crowds so we ran into a Hooters.
We started chatting with the lovely waitress (who is attending Columbia U) that M is pregnant. She got very excited and said if we needed a babysitter she was in. She gave us our first baby gifts ever.
Tomorrow morning we head for another u/s...then off to the Berhshires for more birthday celebration.
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