Frank Bango is Cool.
As you may or may not know, Jeff and I are music lovers. We've tried our best in the past few months to expose the baby to a wide variety of music. We accomplish this task by sticking a pillow speaker into the elastic waistband of my boxer shorts at night and blasting our favorite CD selections into my uterus. If all goes as planned, the baby will bust loose with an appreciation of Mozart, David Mead, Ron Sexsmith, and Frank Bango.
Last month I received an e-mail from Frank Bango. He fell upon the Fluid Pudding site, and noticed that I had listed Fugitive Girls as good uterus music. Three days ago we received a package in the mail addressed to Pudding Pop. It is an advance copy of the latest Frank Bango CD titled The Unstudied Sea, and it's brilliant.
The CD will be released on June 17th. Mark your calendar! Until then, get yourself a copy of Fugitive Girls. After all, you deserve to hear smart pop music while our president scares the living shit out of the Iraqi people by playing Shock and Awe.
Because sometimes my life is silly:
We had to postpone closing on the house until early next week due to the snow in Wyoming. Yes, we live in St. Louis where the daffodils are blooming and today's temperature will top out at 68 degrees. However, we are relying on the kind and capable folks who work in a tiny bank in Cheyenne.
Because of this slight snag, we had to put off the movers until next Thursday. Of course, according to my doctor, I can actually give birth next Wednesday. It's a close race, folks. And because bed rest is forcing me to perform the role of a reluctant Cleopatra, both sets of parents are coming over today to help pack our things. This makes me a bit nervous for several reasons:
1. Something about too many cooks spoiling the stew or something
2. They will see that I don't dust quite as often as I should, and will probably make comments such as "No wonder you can't breathe at night. With all of this effing dust in the apartment, it's a wonder the cats haven't suffocated!"
3. Although I know they know I'm pregnant and how I entered the state of pregnancy, I still feel the frantic need to hide any and all remnants of birth control and/or lacy underthings.
