Saturday, May 05, 2007
Yesterday my older sister informed me that she is preggers. She and The Love Matt broke up for a year, but reconciled (pretty heavily, apparently- heh-heh). She has yet to inform The Father, who she suspects may not take well to the news. I told her it really is not any of his business. He doesn't support her in any way, so if the fact that Ashlea Gayle Keith and Mr. Matthew Mims are not married bothers him (or Terri, rather), he can cram it with walnuts. Ashlea and Matt are by no means flawless, but they are perfectly capable of being loving, supportive parents. Our father, unfortunately, is neither, even being not-quite-fifty by now and having had five kids of his own. He does change diapers with high-level adroitness.
Otherwise, I am genuinely excited for them. I am ready to spoil my very first niece-or-nephew. I told Ashlea to call me, if she needs help with names. I suggested "Zeppo" for a boy.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 6:40 AM]