I've always thought it would be a bit more dramatic. The whole, "It's time," thing. Boiling water, rushing to the hospital, lots of yelling. So far not so much. My wife is leaking. Now I realize that females do this regularly, in a theoretical sense, I mean, it's not something I really want to ponder all that deeply. But this, apparently is different. Started about a quarter after seven this morning.
I think we're prepared. And of course I have a workman coming in today to fix the bloody dryer vent. This is why you make friends.
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