Day 10 - Waffles

All I want to eat are waffles. Not owning a toaster at either house hasn't stopped me either.

So yesterday and today have been some big "reveal" days. My dad finally came back from MA and our conversation went something like this:

"Hi Dad"
"Hi hunny"
talk talk talk talk
"I have something to tell you"
"Ok.."
"You are going to be a grandfather!"
"................................
.........................well, that's a way to put it"

After he reassured me that he was happy with the news he passed the phone back to mom. During the phone transfer I heard my mom say, "Richie, take 2 deep breaths."

I should also mention that I spent the whole day in John's sweatpants and my City Year zip up and it felt like being cocooned in a ball of cotton all day. I can't remember the last time I wore sweatpants although I've probably forced myself to forget since I'm sure they were way too short/tight on me and the memory is too embarassing for storage.

I spent most of the day doing work and/or watching Arrested Development on DVD and made a point to send this blog's link to a few people including Alie. Alie doesn't have a functioning laptop right now, so she frequently uses other housemates technology. John and I were doing work in my room when Katie walked into the room with a very unique look on her face.

"ARE YOU???"
"what?"
"ARE YOUUUU???"
"yeah!"

Apparently Alie, the great secret keeper she is, left the window open on Katie's laptop.

After the commotion I realized it was about time I told the rest of my housemates what was going on. I went into the living room, interupted Glee (the TV show, not a general emotion of glee) and broke the news to Ronda, Jen & Brandon - as I suspected, Brandon knew already because I am a loud mouth and he could hear me through the wall when I called Group Health to set some appointments.

I woke up this morning quite early for an appointment downtown and felt kind of sick as I headed to the bus. Came home with more stuff than I left with including a 24 pack of waffles.

John is sitting across from me as we watch Star Wars, sorting through piles of paper and mementos from the last decade or more. I'm really not sure if he is sorting things or looking at them.

I've eaten a half a bag of grapes. I'll be paying for this all night and John will be an innocent bystander.