Friday, March 13, 2009
The love of my life was impregnated today. I was standing three feet away when it happened.
No, no need to congratulate me. The baby’s not mine. It’s not even really hers. Except in the sense that she conceived it, she’ll carry it, she’ll deliver it and it will be 50 percent her DNA. But other than that, heck, no, Vienna, you’re right, it’s Katie and Brad’s baby – you’re barely a blip in the process.
I’m sorry, but, along with the metric system, does Sweden follow different rules of logic?
Read Henry's complete thoughts on yesterday's events, here.
Posted by Alina Adams at 3:31 AM