Write about something: fancy.
I'd just like to say that yesterday was an example of how much better my writing is when I get it done during the day, rather than at night when I'm fighting off sleep. And that it tends to be better when I actually write it out first, like with a pen and paper, instead of just typing it up.
I should probably apologize now, as today's writing features neither of those things. Winging it as usual with sleep knocking on the side of my head, demanding to be let in.
Kat and I went up to Penticton today for a midwife appointment. Up until now we'd been seeing them every five weeks but we'll be switching to every three weeks until we hit the final stages, which features appointments every week.
The start of April is fast approaching.
"What is that?"
"What is what?"
"... are you being serious right now?"
"I honestly don't know what you're talking about!"
"What is that... monstrosity you're wearing?"
"This? That's harsh, dude."
"Just answer the question already!"
"You said to wear my fanciest suit! This is my fancy suit!"
"That cannot possibly be true."
"Well, it is."
"That is not fancy. That is something my Aunt Gertrude would pick to reupholster her couch with."
"Then she must be a very fancy la-"