Ongoing tub conundrum, firemen are hot, thin white Ts, and achoo!

The tub conundrum continues: I want it. I just do. I'm not a practical sort. You know this about me.

I appreciate your input. You've given me a ton to chew on. And I've gotten some emails with really fun suggestions - like making it into a pretend sailboat! How fun would that be?

And yes, he could clonk his head against it and that would be BAD. But listen, we have Nick's couch with the leg of death on which I've broken or at least severely and permanently injured several of my toes. My acupuncturist told me that she saw a Feng Shui show that said you should get rid of any furniture that can be used as a weapon. His couch definitely qualifies.

All this to say, there are lots of ways to hurt yourself in our house. Which sounds bad, but you know, the world is a sharp and dangerous place. What's a cast iron tub here or there?

Plus, as many of you said, what makes it forever permanent? We can post it on craigslist and people can bring their own burly men to haul it out.

Last night Nick said if I reallyreallyreally want it, we can do it. However, if it's going to cost money to put in extra beams to shore up the floor, then that'll be the absolute deciding factor. We'll see.

Oh my god, speaking of burly men - there were so many firemen in our neighborhood last night!:
Nick came home as I was putting Jordan in his jammies and said, "Come on! There are 10 fire trucks around the corner!"

So we hurried over with J in his blue and white stripey jammies and watched the big trucks and the big ladder and the hot firemen. We were all kind of fascinated in our various ways.

I do not sit around fantasizing about firemen, but I don't care what you say: firemen are hotter than other men. Just by definition. They keep themselves in amazing shape so they can charge into burning buildings and save people. I love the shit out of my husband with his well-paying desk job, but there you have it.

This one woman said, "Have you seen this year's calendar of NY firemen? If I lived in NY I'd set my house on fire."

Why doesn't anyone make non-see-through white T-shirts? I need some nice T-shirts for work. I want a couple white ones. But all of the white ones I've looked at - so many fucking tissue tees! - are too thin. I do not want to wear a cami under a T-shirt in DC 6 million degree summer heat.

Where can I buy a nice enough for a casual office white T-shirt that doesn't show off my boobies? I would like to know.

The allergies! They are killing me!: I was feeling all smug thinking pregnancy (Very Important Revision: pregnancy as in Jordan! I had no allergies last year. Not currently pregnant! Poor phrasing - sorry!) had gotten rid of my allergies until the pollen knocked me flat on my face last week.

I've been taking Zyrtec and using the Neti pot - something Nick flat-out refuses to do, and I keep trying to foist on him - and it helps, but still. Allergies! Ugh!

The downside of the Neti pot is leaning over and having a stream of water fall out of your nose in public. Highly embarrassing, hard to explain, and very terrible.