Yaaaaay!!

Angie's husband Dewayne finally came home from working out of town for weeks and weeks at a time. AND, this time he should be home for good.. or at least for a long while. I was just so excited that he was home with his pregnant wife and the semi-calm of their home will be restored again. Plus? I just missed his face.

I would try to recreate for you how HILARIOUS he was when he reenacted scenes from Ghosthunters... but unless you know him, and you were there, it would just never be the same. Even though he ruined what little suspense the show held, he was so funny about it that I couldn't be mad. Seriously, guys... I need a video camera when I go to Angie's because it's a crazy freakshow madhouse and I LOVE IT!

But instead of that, I will now share with you....

Angie's *New* Crazy-Pregnant-Woman Fears

We're sitting there watching Ghosthunters and they show a "Omen" trailer.

Me: I can't wait to see that.

Her: I can't see that.

Me: Why not?!

Her: Because I'm afraid the baby will come out and be the Antichrist.

Me: It won't be.

Her: What if it IS?!

Me: Okay well first of all, there is a whole lot missing from the picture. Baby isn't from Romania or anything, it's from Alabama. It's all about location. Dewayne isn't the devil as far as we know, and you haven't had weird sex with a goat, right?

Her: No.

Me: Problem solved! Next!

Her: Okay I had this dream.. you know who Worf is on Star Trek, right?

Me: Yeah, the mean guy with the *hand gesture to head*

Her: Yeah, that's him! Well he has a son on the show, and I had this dream that I was telling Dewayne we needed a babysitter, and Worf came over to babysit.

Me: I don't think you should be so concerned about this happening.

Her: Well I was like "What if he yells at the baby?"

Me: I'm just gonna lay it out for you straight. Worf *isn't* going to yell at your baby. Besides the fact that he doesn't really exist, I'd totally never let him yell at the baby, right?

Her: Right

Me: Another problem solved! I'm such a hero today.

Then we went for a walk so we could openly gossip about Joey getting another girl pregnant, (I started calling him Daddy Two-Times. I love me.) and other weekend gossip, not limited to.. but including... a tale of a very angry Frenchman.

You guys..

I'm telling you....

it's *awesome* over there...