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At
the risk of eliciting more When Are You Having Children comments in the
Comments Section, I'd like to announce that I'm now a godparent.
That's right, a godparent. Me. The guy who
almost knocked himself out after he hit his head on a towel bar when he
got up off the john. The guy who can't spell "receive" without looking
it up. The guy who once put a whole pack of Big Red (18 sticks) in his
mouth on a dare. And yes, the guy who thinks Proctor And Gamble is
participating in a global conspiracy.
Hey, you be the judge.
Actually, despite some people's opinions to the
contrary, I think I'll make quite an excellent godparent (and Beth will
too--she's now a godmother, by the way). Hey, I'm responsible, I love kids, and kids love
me. What other qualifications do I need to be a godparent? Well, maybe
believing in God would help, but that's just a minor technicality.
And besides, I don't think Coco and Terri would
have asked us to be Kennedy's godparents if they didn't trust us 1000%,
right? Right?
Then again, maybe they asked us just because
we're good at dog-sitting their pooch for them when they're out of town.
Hmm.
Anyway, no matter. I'm very honored that they
chose us. And I'm excited about it. Hooray
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