mean, this almost was my anniversary. Monstro was really eager for us to get married on May fourth. Why? So that the pastor could offer the following benediction:

“May the fourth be with you.”

Yeah. His favorite date is May fourth — mine is March fourth. We celebrated by walking into town and being happily surprised at running into a bunch of people we know: two people Brian knew, my doula, and Nicki and Emily. Pretty great.

At 1:00 I finished work on the Web site I've been doing for a client. It looks great, reads clean, and I really feel like I've outdone myself. I'll send a link to anyone who wants it (or anyone who's looking for a geriatric care manager).

Then this afternoon I read some of the comments at http://manolobrides.com and saw that people have refered to me as “lucky Motormouth” and “Motormouth is right.” Both of which are, as always, music to my ears.

Afterwards, I took some pictures of Alexander in his little Oakland A's outfit and one of them is the cutest picture EVER taken of him (and yes, this includes the Easter Bunny picture).

And then, the coup de grace, I took the Muppet personality quiz and achieved nirvana:

You Are Miss Piggy

A total princess and diva, you're totally in charge – even if people don't know it. You want to be loved, adored, and worshiped. And you won't settle for anything less. You're going to be a total star, and you won't let any of the “little people” get in your way. Just remember, piggy, never eat more than you can lift!

Monstro had a good day online, too, but I'll let him tell you about that. Or I'll blab if he doesn't.

“This administration is soaring. If anything, they are rearranging the deck chairs on the Hindenburg!”

Here's the link, and here's my favorite line (so far): Fox News gives you both sides of every story:  the president's side, and the vice president's side.

You Should Be a Film Writer

You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind. You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life. Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling. And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!

The only thing that would please me more than millions of people seeing my story on the big screen is spending the millions of dollars that I'd get paid as part of the Writer's Guild.

And OMG, that's totally the hair I had back in college. Don't believe me? Ask Steve Sloan!

Your Superhero Profile

Your Superhero Name is The Dog Machine Your Superpower is Psychic Your Weakness is Clowns Your Weapon is Your Stellar Sling Your Mode of Transportation is Rocket

Which is funny, because I've been fairly psychic ever since about the fourth month of my pregnancy, and it continues to this day. And my sling is, indeed, stellar.

All Hail Mark Morford!

Deja Blog: Like the darling Comtesse, I am battling deQuervain's Tendonitis. Another breastfeeding-related injury, compounded by the fact that my son is four-and-a-half months old and weighs 18 pounds, 11.2 ounces. Man, when he gets to be five or six years old, he better make me the fanciest Mother's Day macaroni picture on the whole freakin' block.

Speaking of Alexander: He's teething. 'nuff said.

The whole household is sick with a cold.

I'm hip-deep in MCAD paperwork.

My mom was here for a week, which was great, but cut into my blog budget. And now she's gone, and I miss her, and am therefore feeling uninspired.

But on the plus side, on Sunday I nearly died. This is considered to be the plus side because, obviously, I'm still here. But if I had died, it would have been the sort of “News of the Weird” manner I've always expected: while driving down the highway past the Audubon Sanctuary, a flying wild turkey nearly smashed through my windshield. Yes, wild turkeys can fly. But not very well, because he'd already gotten across one lane of traffic and was still at eye-level with me — so close I could see the variegated colors in each individual wing feather. I shrieked and bowed my head, figuring that it could only be considered pro-Heaven that the CD I was listening to was the last of five of _The Screwtape Letters_.

When I got home, I told Monstro I nearly died, and how. Turns out he didn't know wild turkeys could fly, either.

John P's comment about the whole thing: “Well, I'm glad you didn't die, but if that's how you'd gone, imagine the wake! Wild Turkey shots with Ren-Faire drumsticks.” Which, frankly, is sounding pretty good right about now. Especially because there's a turkey down the road with my name on it.

…and all it took was a 15-minute online quiz!