Why do I continue to be surprised by people?

This morning, I was in traffice behind a person with a vanity tag.

IHATEM

Why would you choose a license tag that just broadcasts a vague message of hatred to every person who gets behind you in traffic? Dozens, possibly hundreds of people a day?

It would make me sad.

Except for some reason I'm pissed today. Or for no reason. I am temped to blame hormones. Gonna try to shake it off. Perhaps it is the knowledge that I have *yet another* stupid sonogram this afternoon.

Most civiized appointment ever...

WARNING: Beware massive SG-1 spoilers in the comments. (Look. I am a creature of fandom. And so are you, probably, one way or another, if you are reading this journal!)

( I promised certain parties I would always cut for TMI, and I presume any post involving probes and pee is probably TMI... )

Anyway, the yard monkey looks good, though there's still bloodwork to wait for. That should get us moved along past the concern about down's syndrome. Then I'll spaz around worring about the FNP test in December, then I plan to quit worrying.

And now, off to put the Small Boy to bed.