mom-sley

ann's college roomie, mom-sley, paid superette a visit this past weekend for both business and pleasure having had an interview at the venerable H. during her visit, she and ann shopped oh-so-chic newbury street looking for baby clothes on sale. luckily, they hopped in the little boat, where ann was jealous of all the french-flavored items that only came in wee sizes. she searched and searched for a size "396 months" but no luck. fortunately for mom-sley, there were plenty of sizes for 9 month olds.



ah...babies. it seems that everyone these days is either planning to get pregnant, newly post-partum, or just recently knocked up. ann and dabney suppose that it is only natural that people keep asking about their own current non-breeder status. beyond fantasy, ann and dabney just can't get on the same page timing-wise. when ann is ready, dabney is horrified by the thought. when dabney is willing, ann just hasn't been quite there. when they finally do agree, then they know that that'll be the time. in the meantime, dab's mom thinks they should harvest their eggs. coming soon: a short list of fantasy surrogates.