So the week went on and I couldn't think of anything to do. I didn't want to copy, but I reread some of Kelly Allen's stuff for inspiration. Then I realized that I don't have a "Dammit Rob". Joyce Lansky was goofing off at camp so she couldn't help and of course Beth Grace's stuff is just too boring to bother stealing. My buddy Jo Heroux thinks I'm 'lovely' so I wouldn't want to insult her opinion by proving her wrong (plus she seems to cry at the drop of a hat). I wrote and wrote to Amy for advice but she's always on vacation or hiding in her Mom Cave or something so in the end I was on my own to carry off with my own shenanigan. (Did I say that right?)
And then my daughter had her baby on the fifteenth, so I forgot all about blogging on the week's theme. At church on the 18th though, I was invited to stand up and make my wonderful announcement. Here is a transcript:
Steve (from the pulpit): Mike Miller has some good news for us today! Mike, why don't you stand up and tell us.
Me: Yes I do Steve! Elaina Victoria Rakowski was born Thursday morning!
Congregation: Yay! etc etc
Steve: That's great Mike, but you know all the ladies are dying to hear the details. Size and weight and all that stuff, how long she is.
Me: Oh yeah. I think she was 20 and a half inches
Congregation Ladies: Ooooo.
Me: She has a lot of thick black hair
Congregation Ladies: Awwwwww
Me: She's a big girl. She weighed 12-8.
Congregational Ladies: Aaaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhhh!!!
Congregational Ladies: Ouuuuuuuuuchchchcchch! Poor Victoria!!
Me: Yup. A big girl; 12 ounces, 8 pounds!
Congregation: MIIIIIIKE! And then a bunch of miscellaneous bothersome noise I couldn't make out.
Anyway, I'm not sure why I told that story, but you can see I was so delighted with my new Granddaughter that when it comes to shenanigans, I still have not been able to yank any down.