On this, the thirteenth day of November in the two-thousand and eighth year of our Lord, I have-est two proclamations to shout from thine rooftops.
Proclamation Numero Uno:
My sister (Sarah) is great with child and the child is a............BOY!!!!! Her little sprout shall be called Jack Owen(our name that was maiden) Iseley. Goest thou forth and bid her congratulatory remarks if thou so desireth.
This is how my dearest sister and husband shall appear upon the arrival of their bundle sometime near the ninth day of the month of April in the two-thousand and ninth year of our Lord. (Only they shall look much more tired when tis their own child
and they are partaking in no respite)
and they are partaking in no respite)
Proclamation Numero Dos:
Following much prodding, it appeareth that my dearest friend, Mrs. Noonzie has indeed proceeded henceforth into the blogosphere. I almost partooketh in a massive coronary upon hearing the news of this greatness. Please go out from this place and bid her a warmer than warm welcome - but only after thou leavest me a comment. You may find her at the following address...
Now go thou forth into the blogosphere.
12 coins in my pocket:
Are you sure we won't scareth her?
You're kinda bossy.
But I'll do it.
Cause I love ya
You really are a freak. lol
I always do what I am told (mostly)
congrats to the baby and hoping that sis doesn't forget to feed him 'cuz she's addicted to blogging like the rest of us.
Sounds like you had way too much fun writing this post. But hey, you were in a good mood...and why wouldn't you be?
You are crazy!!!! That's why I love you!!!!
I'm not GREAT with child, girl. 19 weeks is far from the greatness I'll feel come spring! Thanks for the post, we are so excited! Love ya!
So excited for Sarah. Wow.
Thanks for the righteous props.
Oh, and let me just say that I partially feel that my first post ever was sullied by two (count them, two) requests to disengage word verification. I mean, its not like the government was making the announcement that we were at DEFCON 1 or anything. I mean geez. Tear and sniffle.
Me speaking in a very smallish and quiet voice: I took it off.
I will goeth over and leaveth thy aquantence a commenteth but only after expressing my thoughts.....I forgot.
(thinking that way made me go momentarily dumb - be back later)
I have goneth over and welcomethed Mrs. Noonzie to the greatest blogosphere in the world.
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