Just so you know: The top right one looks EXACTLY like me when I'm laughing.

Happy National Brownie Day!  I’m not even kidding you.  It’s a national holiday, which means it would be downright unpatriotic to go without a brownie today.

Awesome bonus?  Because it’s a national holiday, the calories don’t count!

Personally, I’m a huge fan of the Ghirardelli brownie mix.  Their double chocolate one is rich, delicious, and tastes like real chocolate.  I suppose bakeries and grocery stores make good brownies too, but if you’re hankering for some baking that there’s a solid mix.

We’d make some for ourselves, but we can’t.  We are going to be too busy going to our very first birthing class (oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!).  When I initially signed us up for the class, Wes’ reaction was as follows:

Erika: Hey honey, I just signed us up for a natural childbirthing class.

Wes: Why?

Erika: …?  Because we’re newbs and we’ve never done this before.

Wes: But isn’t birth supposed to be natural and stuff?  If it’s so natural, why do we need to take a class to do it?

Erika: Remember that video we watched?  Where the woman thrashed around and screamed and it was really awful?

Wes: *shudder*

Erika: We’re going to take a class in the hopes of preventing that when it’s our turn.

Wes: We’ll take it twice if we have to.

Erika: That’s what I thought.

What do brownies and a birth class have to do with smiling sharks?  Absolutely nothing.  But aren’t you glad you saw those?

I obviously have a lot of very intelligent and erudite things to say, but I just as obviously can’t share them here.  Because that would, uh, damage my public reputation.  Yeah.