I was going to open with an abortion joke, but I don't know any. Besides, that would be in ill taste.
You can fill in your own abortion joke. It's okay, I'll wait. I have all night and no school tomorrow.
When last we left our intrepid and uncouth heroine, she was in a dither about going to her brother's for two weeks in August to watch his kid. Much anxiety was had.
Then my subconscious served me an option on a silver platter. There are times when I love my subconscious. Those silver-platter ideas have been some of the best and are a welcome change from the usual shit it gives me.
The idea was to have the baby come up here. My mother, who's taking the first shift of baby-watching, can bring him up, and the whole family will be able to see him (most of us for the first time) and love him and call him George.
I was nervous about my brother's reaction (he likes change as much as I do), but he was entirely amendable to the idea. He said he had the same thought (it's like we're related or something).
So my nephew's coming up, my anxiety's coming down, and everything is ponies and rainbows. I know a great tattoo parlor that could do some really rad dragon ink on the tyke.