1 1/2 hours later, we finally got our consult, and were told to proceed to the X-ray room for a photoshoot (forget anorexia baby, bones are the new black, uh, and white). This is where it gets little interesting, because everyone knows when doing an X-ray, you got to remove all your jewellery and metal objects. So I told my wife, “Pass me your necklace, rings and earrings before you go in.” She starts taking off all her jewellery then freezes with her head down for about 3 seconds and then turns to me, saying, “What about my navel ring?”
My dear 2-month pregnant wife suggested maybe 2 nights ago that I start a blog while i was complaining about a commercial that was showing on TV.
“You should start a blog,” she said. “Put down all these comments you make about all these funny things into words for all to see.”…
…And if, for any reason relating to the content of this blog, I ever lose my job, get publicly ridiculed, arrested, stabbed, poked by an old lady with an umbrella, refused service at a chicken rice stall, or disowned by my family and shunned by my friends, I have only my dear loving wife to blame for suggesting I start a blog in the first place.