Oh, my! July 15th?? How on earth can I possibly:

a. finish giving birth to my twins (they said it could take days)
b. arrange wedding makeovers for Jodi and Allithun
c. tweeze my upper lip eyebrows
d. redo Mom's highlights
e. analyze each HG's personal color palette and coordinate it with the crap clothing I drag them around to try on lovely new attire I suggest to them
f. run another 5k and come in first
g. spend quality time with my new sister Jodi
h. and say sniff... sniff... farewell to everyone?!

Please, Mr. Murray, please give us more time! I promise you, I won't try and do a makeover on you. And how many times do I have to apologize for the bikini wax I tried on you while you were sleeping? I still maintain it's a necessary evil, especially in your case, but that's another story.

And your Speedos? I love them! Did I tell you that? Did I tell you that I love the look of your little knobby knees and white chicken legs manly Schwarzenegger-like thighs protruding from beneath those tight little bun-hugging shorts? Huh? Did I tell you that?

*hisses in an annoyed stage whisper*
OK, Mom, I said it already! Will you leave me alone now?! For crying out loud, you talk to the man! All he means to me is more air time! If you like him, you go kiss up to him!

Ahem. Anyway. Goodbye for now, Mr. Murray. Oh, did I tell you I was toying with the idea of naming one of my twins Jon-Boy?