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So I survived the second (of three!) of my sister-in-law's BabyShower's ®™ feeling just as appalled at the creepy consumerism* as at the first, but a little less like the weirdo that had to be invited. And while my sister-in-law didn't appreciate the vampire pacifier her family thought it was hilarious, and my brother loved the Bay Bridge onesie. Sadly, I suspect it won't actually get used as it is not pink or ruffled.

So. Much. Pink. If I ever am fortunate enough to be a mom, I am going to tell folks I am expecting a boy, no matter what I am actually carrying...unless I can get someone to give me a "The Turkey Baster's Little Princess" onesie.

I have this suspicion that my lack of concern for conformative image and affluence means I won't get much time with my niece. My do-it-yourself or get it cheap on craigslist lifestyle is in stark contrast to their pristine show-room floor household.

Speaking of households, moving is going apace. I have mostly been doing it on my own in small batches, which, given that I have till the end of the month to get everything shifted over from my dark little cave to the sunny aerie, is probably the right way to do it. I have been using a handtruck and furniture dolly to walk my household over (the apartments are 4/5 of a mile apart). Not just boxes, my furniture too. This morning a guy on a bike cheered for me as I was pushing one of my bookshelves down the street and ragingamazon (my new housemate) is thoroughly entertained by the sporadic appearance of new domestic items.

*for the record, I do own up to my own consumerism (How many boxes of books have I moved? I have multiples sizes of ramekins? Oh, god.... let us not discuss the mini RC helicopters...), I just find theirs a bit creepy as *everything* has to be new and matching, if it gets broken it gets thrown out rather than repaired, and there is an alarming dearth of books.