Big News, Folks. BIG. NEWS.

I'm pregnant.


Just kidding. The news is not THAT big. If I were pregnant, Nolan, God and a couple of doctors would definitely have some 'splainin' to do.

So... I only have quasi-big news. I've joined the twenty first century. Can I just say that I really like what you've all done with the place?

Remember this post? Where I lamented the fact that my husband hated texting and thought it was the downfall of Western Civilization? I wore him down. Yesterday I got my very first smart phone. It's an iphone 4. He's very intelligent, and very staid, and very proper in his black case. In light of the fact that I just re-read Pride and Prejudice, I named him Fitzwilliam.

Fitz, for short. 'Cause I'm kicky like that.

Because honestly, who doesn't love Mr. Darcy? How can you NOT love Mr. Darcy?

And if you haven't read Pride and Prejudice, put down your phone, go to the freaking library and GET IT. Or download it and read it on your phone. I'm not picky.

Anyway, yes, Mr. Darcy. And I love Colin Firth, too... but I digress. (And my car - a sexy, black Toyota Sequoia - is named Colin.)

So. I find that I like the twenty-first century, although I'm a very SLOW texter. Like SLOW. Like slower than molasses at Christmas. And I refuse to do the whole text speak thing. I have standards, you know. There will be no acronyms (with perhaps the exception of the odd, 'LOL'). There will be no letter U instead of the word 'you.' If won't happen. No TTFN.  No ROFL.   Cross my heart and hope to die.

TO DIE.

Anyway, text me. When I figure out how to work the phone, I'll get back to you.