Sunday, March 1, 2009


Today, as we sat eating our lunch in Hooters, we finally settled on some baby names - one for a girl and one for a boy (no, I'm not expecting twins still, we just don't know what we're having, apart from a little person and not a zebra).

Yes. Hooters. We were in Hooters. Which is more like Tweeters, or as I call it 'The Itty Bitty Titty Committee'...

Oh come on! Look. The ribs are great, there's beer, Pers gets a balloon and the carrot and celery with dip is da bomb! Don't know what is in the dip, but hot damn, it's good stuff!


  1. A zebra would have been cool though. You could name it Spot.

  2. Yeah... was kind of looking forward to a zebra... they get up and start running around the paddock pretty darn quickly!

  3. "The ribs are great" - On the girls?

    Oh my.
    Ok, so I'm curious - they do have tops on, right?
    Are you sure it's not a zebra?

  4. LOL... you wicked woman!

    Yes, they do have tops on. Skimpy tops, but not offensive.

    And they way bub is kicking, it very well could be a zebra! I've given up guessing...