Pink and green

My mom threw a baby shower for Stephanie this weekend. A baby shower tea. Tea, as in teapots, china, cucumber sandwiches, and scones. Much more high-class than what I'm used to, but I can adapt to any situation. I draw the line at cutting my chocolate-covered strawberries with a knife and fork though. Since Steph lives in Philly, she doesn't have many close friends in the area, so my mom invited her friends and I invited mine. We had two tables: the old ladies table and the young ladies table. It was genius of my mother to separate us in that way because the conversation at the younger ladies table was less than appropriate for a refined tea-like setting. My friend Nichole told us about her favorite transsexual barista and Megan threatened to rub her conjunctivitis-ridden eyes on us.

Steph made out pretty well for not knowing a lot of the people at her shower. She is looking great. She's not as big as a barn yet, but she's still got 6 weeks to go.

In other news, my wing of the building at work smells like a dead rat. It is foul. My coworker took my green apple dish soap, removed the lid, and set it in her office. It's a sad day when you have to use dish soap as an air freshener.