It's a Boy

I walked into the bathroom - where the washing machine is kept - and realized with great joy that I needed to get that washer to a hospital . . . its water broke!

Mike's laundry had finished and he went to open the door. Nothing had drained, save our faith in the machine. All over the floor, and there was plenty more where that came from.

We ended up tipping the dang thing backwards. I held it as Mike fished his clothes out of the deep pool. His clothes are in the shower.

I sure thought I would have more interesting things to talk about.

Oh - well I did see the actual head of St. Catherine on display in San Dominico down the street.