I was going back for thanksgiving meal thirds when I got cut short with a dinner birth.

Christmas was followed by a revolving door of friends and family doing the old dinner birth.

My visit to the Mongolian barbecue ended up with a pit stop at the gas station on the way home to push a dinner birth. I was crowing for a half a mile.

X: I had this great highdea last night
Y: You clearly were philosopher stoned.