The inside of my stomach dropped so fast, I checked my shoes for my lower intestines. Sarah is always showing off about how she's never had chicken pox...
" />The inside of my stomach dropped so fast, I checked my shoes for my lower intestines. Sarah is always showing off about how she's never had chicken pox...
" />The inside of my stomach dropped so fast, I checked my shoes for my lower intestines. Sarah is always showing off about how she's never had chicken pox...
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Our cushy little pregnant world, where the deepest problem to this point involved sharing the bathroom, exploded today. The phone rang at my desk, and it was Sarah, who had that amused-but-troubled ring to her voice. “You’ll never guess what happened. I just got exposed to chicken pox.”
The inside of my stomach dropped so fast, I checked my shoes for my lower intestines. Sarah is always showing off about how she’s never had chicken pox…
Three interesting developments this week:
1. My wife’s gross motor movements have gotten worse. Sarah has many strengths, but grace ain’t one of them. Her fingers are starting to swell, so it’s hard for her to hold onto things, and her vision sucks, which means every time I look over, she’s spilling soup or bumping into walls or poking herself in the eye. It’s like my own personal episode of the 1 1/2 Stooges.
2. She can’t remember a damn thing. Recently, she lost her driver’s license, and when I suggested looking in the black hole that has become our car, she insisted it wasn’t in there. I bet her a dollar…
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Holding an outdoor event in Chicago in September is a gamble, and Saturday night’s weather didn’t exactly agree with the 16th annual Green Tie Ball, which took place for the second year at Northerly Island’s Charter One Pavilion. It’s hard to rock black-tie attire and keep warm when the temp is hovering around 50, but I planned accordingly and opted for black-tie casual: tuxedo pants and a cream silk camisole under a cropped pea coat and Missoni scarf. (Attending the event relentlessly for the past six years…
