Not a whole lot of blogging going down over the past week, mostly because I was convinced the little bundle of boy would pop out over Super Bowl weekend and blogging felt extremely redundant since I have been giving roughly 83 pregnancy updates per day to friends and family. Not stressed at all, not overwhelmed, and am not even annoyed about talking about it everyday. Hmm, I think I just subconsciously described my feelings towards the final season of Lost. Wow, just when you think you couldn't possibly be more pathetic, you go an inadvertantly compare what is probably the most amazing experience in your life with tv show. So...close...to....finale.....
What is even more pathetic is this CD I found while checking out a baby boutique with the wife today...
I'm not sure what is most troubling about this CD, the fact that some greedy bastard thought to himself, "How can I possibly dilute an artist's hard work and passion enough to make it appeal to humans that still crap their pants?" or the fact that anyone would consider playing Coldplay for kids. But on the bright side, I did have a good chuckle imagining the type of overprotective gelding would purchase this product for their child. "Coldplay, now that's just a little too rock n' roll for little Cody's maturity level. Gosh darnit, is there a version of this CD that is a little more 'Two and a Half Men'?"
If you are ever feeling anxiety over whether or not you will be a decent parent, just go to a baby boutique and you will immediately realize that you will be just fine. It's the yuppie dorks buying fake Coldplay for their kids that Social Services should really look into.
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