Potpourri

Pregnancy Update
Mrs. Undaground is 14 weeks today. The baby is about the size of a fist, according to the book. There is a significant difference between the size of my fist and my wife's fist, so I guess the baby's size falls somewhere in between.

American Idol
I, for one, am elated that Ace is gone. I'm tired of his attempted eye sex with me and other viewers every Tuesday night. Maybe he and Constantine can start a boy band.

Love Ya
Mrs. Undaground left me a note last night to tell me she had fed the dog. She signed it with a doodle of a heart, followed by the word "ya". This morning, I saw the note again and decided to tease her about it.

"Love ya? That's so yearbook."

"I always write that."

"Three people from my 10th grade chemistry class wrote the same thing."

"I didn't have to sign anything, you know. You would have known who the note was from."

I guess she has a point, unless strange people are breaking into our house and feeding our animals.