Vegas, baby.

I was just re-reading the Fenway Park posting, and could not help but notice that my views came across rather...strongly. Yuck. I'm fairly certain that my 6 faithful readers appreciate my irreverent (some might say moronic) views and sharp-as-a-butter knife wit. The Fenway entry was written while I was cranky and nearing the end of a long week. It won't happen again. Until next time. Maybe.

Anyway, there is news to share. Our one year anniversary is approaching and apparently, this thing might actually work out. Who knew? So, Jenn and I started to think about the future - in a familial way. One thing led to another...and the next thing you know, we're expecting! We are extremely excited and having waited until everything checked out, can now share the details with family, friends and anyone with a malfunctioning "e" button who might have accidentally stumbled onto this blog:

I know what you're thinking - and you're right. She has my nose and Jenn's sense of God.

Say hello to the Lord's newest yellow lab, Vegas. 11 pounds; 8 weeks old.

You might be wondering what happened to my longstanding plan to name the dog "Bruschi." The truth can now be told - Jenn made me change it. Something about the 11th commandment - thou shall not giveth the dog gender identity disorder.

We pick her up on Friday.