With a grand smile and gentle belly rub she declared, “I’m having a baby!”
Relieved to hear that she’s not hosting ET’s love child I replied, “That’s great!” 
A tad embarrassed, she added, “Oh, um, I’m having a baby girl…it’s my first!”
I felt no need to tell her that the brain cells that she’s already lost, as it appears from one brief conversation, will never, ever return.
What’s your most hilarious pregnancy-related story? Wassup?
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So, there I was. Minding my own business allowing the paraffin wax to warm my foot so I could continue rehabilitation when I looked to my left. There “she” was.
Staring at me.
Like a cruel joke with no punchline.
Do you see her?
No, not the one covering her bed head with a hat, the other her.
You know, HER.
My not-gonna-happen-won’t-ever-be my-home-slice, Mona Lisa. Look at her smugly smiling as a rehabilitate the very body part from where her Highness beams.
For anyone that hasn’t heard my “Colorful Art of Friendship” talk, I have issues. Issues with Miss Mona Lisa. She creeps me out man.
And clearly, she does Physical Therapy with me too.
There’s absolutely no spiritual nutrition in the post at all, whatsoever. It’s placed strategically like someone else I know, for entertainment purposes only.
Mona Lisa? Do you dig her? Anything been placed in your path for entertainment purposes only
Cal busted into our bedroom Christmas morning distraught, “Oh…I tried my hardest not to be naughty this year…I really did. I went downstairs and checked my stocking. I didn’t open anything but felt that there’s nothing but coal in it!” 
The time you ask? 4:30 am.
I began my purpose-driven interrogation, “Cal, was there more than one present in your stocking?”
“Yes.”
“Were they all wrapped?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Santa wouldn’t wrap coal. He’d just leave coal and that’s all. I’m sure it’s not full of coal.” (Like, really, really sure.)
“But I looked under the tree, and there were no presents with the letter “C” on them.”
Seeing that this was going nowhere good, and fast, the Fink fam went downstairs to open gifts.
But first, a picture in front of the tree. You know the picture that you force your kids to look happy so they’ll remember their childhood as rosy and lovely and not coal filled…yeah, that picture.
Cal (and Jake) both found one package of coal wrapped in their stockings…chocolate shaped coal that was wrapped in black foil.
Apparently, Santa shops at Bed, Bath and Beyond is a real joker to the Fink fam. Humph…at least his humor’s not lost on me.
That’s our Christmas 2011 Most Memorable Moment.
The first runner-up you ask?
The absolute delight when the Finkster opened his WVU duct tape.
Christmas miracles really do happen, people.
Happy, sad, funny or otherwise…What’s your Christmas 2011 most memorable moment?? WASSUP?
