girls, girls.........girls.

After some cheerful banter regarding my apparent grotesque obesity(thanks, I've only gained 4 pounds), Dr. Wallace clicked on the ultrasound machine and got all the little formalities out of the way--ten fingers...check, ten toes....check, one head......check, no tail, yadda yadda yadda. And then, the moment of truth: "Do you want to know the gender?" Um, well, it's getting a pirate bed either way, but yeah, sure, knock yourself out. And then it happened. Smoke began to billow into the room. The lights went down and the good doctor began to rise up from the floor - all spandex and hairspray. And then, the thunderous drum roll...the screeching vocals (I think those spandex pants were a little too tight) he belted it out in his best high pitched crue shreik:......GIIIRRRRRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS!!!!!!!! - Yes, how apropos...our little Motley Crue...another little lady.