Snow = Yes
Baby = No
Since we weren't headed to the hospital last night, Joe and I were able to attend our first HOA meeting for the new house. Believe me, labor would have been more enjoyable.
There were about 30 people at the meeting, and we were the youngest by at least 25 years. There were two old men in particular who must have been board presidents in the past, and who found something to argue about in absolutely every discussion. After two hours we'd only gotten through two of seven agenda items.
The third agenda item was an ancient lady who gave a presentation on her company, which the HOA was considering using to do our accounting. After listening to her talk about her method for keeping extensive manila file folders on each homeowner for the fourth time, I finally got up to use the bathroom. When I came back in, she was attempting to answer someone's question about whether or not the HOA covenant would be available on her website. "No, no, we don't use a website. We keep everything in a file, see, where you can find all the information you'll need about the homeowner, the deed, the house..."
Thirty-five minutes later she was still talking about her files and I was starting to seriously consider faking labor to get the heck out of there. We were meeting in a room at the community library, and it was ungodly hot in there. I had already removed as many layers as could be considered decent, and started fanning myself with the handout on the lady's file system. Joe gave me a questioning look that said, "Are you having a baby?" and I tried as best I could to give him a look that said, "No, I'm having a meltdown. Literally, if this lady doesn't stop talking I'm going to melt into a puddle of exasperated sweat."
My non-verbals must have been a bit lacking, however, because we had to resort to whispering (we were some of the last ones who were politely pretending to pay attention anyway). He understood my exasperation with the lady, but he was pretty surprised I was that hot. He was still wearing his fleece. That's probably been one of the strangest parts of being pregnant--consistently being warmer than Joe. He's actually had to go inside before me because he's been cold and I haven't. That's just never happened before.
Anyway, he finally understood that I was not going to have a baby right there in the HOA meeting, shook his head, and said something about the correlation between SBUs and BTUs.
We survived the rest of the meeting (thank God the library closes at 9, whether ancient ladies are done with their presentations or not), and made it home for a late dinner. Joe is doing his best to develop his own set of BTU-producing SBUs. Guess who had the salad on the right, and who supplemented his salad with leftover bacon?
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