I'm driving toward a mountain when suddenly the moon starts zigging crazy across the sky and I think... "Hmmm.... gravitational anomaly... Dang it! That stupid super conductor really did make a black hole and now we only have 50 days to live!!" So I drive home and watch a big plane crash and then turn into a fire monster and casually think, well, I hope the boys get out of the house! And I go to pick up Lily. But if the world is really going to end, I think I'd better have a red dress. So I stop at my favorite store and look for bargains because the dollar sux right now. But as soon as I get a very unflattering-but-I-had-to-buy-it-because-apparently-it-was-what-my-mom-was-wearing-when-she-got-married-red-dress, my lower back starts throbbing and I go, "Oh, *&^%$, I'm in labor. Perfect timing."