The Reluctant Receptionist

well, some BIG BIG news, readers. as i went back to my blog to enter today’s entry (hello, redundancy!), i noticed that there were a couple new comments. one from andrea, one of the most faithful commenters, concerning my new possible stage name, since there’s already a baritone with my name (albeit dead): robert sklute. definitely has a ring to it, no? it’s a little JEWY, though. jaykay, jews, you know i love you. then alyson left a comment, to which i responded “shut up and pop out that baby!”

i wasn’t surprised that she nearly immediately e-mailed me back. she always does, because she sits in front of her email hitting the refresh button much the way i do. what surprised me, dear readers, is that she sent me this message:

“har….
btw, i am totally in labor! my contractions are about 7-10 minutes apart. baby, here we come! just hanging out until they become 5 min. apart. for an hour. i will keep you posted….”

that’s right. she is IN LABOR and checking her email. this is definitely going to be a child of the 21st century. i immediately called amanda since she’s my future wife er i mean fellow godparent er i mean fellow secondary adult life teacher. what if i insisted on being called “godparent” even though alyson and max are agnostic? and then tried to insist on the baby being christened (in the catholic faith, of course, even though i’m methodist.) in a big white christening gown while amanda and i stood there pretending to be a straight couple (with everyone whispering what is that poor woman doing married to that gay guy?)? i think maybe we will.

and so alyson, the first of our group to reproduce, is busy contributing to the population. kaiser cook sklown. comin’ at ya.