Did you know that Dope on the Slope is a father-to-be?
Posting here at Dope on the Slope has been light because both Pipistrelle and I have been cramming over the past few weeks to get the last vestiges of our open work projects completed so we could take several weeks off to welcome our bundle of joy. That, and the seemingly insurmountable list of tasks that have to be completed to be “ready” when the moment arrives.
Last night, I took a break from cooking and we ordered Chinese take-out. We noticed that three fortune cookies were packed with the meal. The obvious conclusion was that the third was meant for junior. We opened our fortunes first, and read the expected ambiguous aphorisms. However, junior’s fortune was curiously specific…