Well, it happend...again

So, a few months ago I was talking about how writing a book and waiting on the editing was like being pregnant.  It was painful and exciting and my longing grew the closer it got.  I received my book and two days later I got this...

Now I'm adding to this little collection of people...

Naughty

Naughty!

"Brains!" 

Sorta cute while torturing the cat, naughty.

 Naughty.  Frog died.  In minutes.

So So SO naughty!

Sad Naughty!



Whats one more boy?  I'm assuming its a boy. 

The problem with this pregnancy is I have no brain cells left and writing has become hard.  I'm looking at a blank sheet of paper willing my fingers to type the word that I know are somewhere in this mind of mine.  Its like morning sickness, except I'm having a hard time expelling anything.