UH OH.

Last night, Cathy arranged for a yoga lady to come and give a couple of gals a "private, home lesson".  I'm not BIG into yoga, but it's supposed to be good during pregnancy and I could do with some more flexibility.  So - three of us went up to Jenny's place and enjoyed the one hour beginner's session.  

Anyways, doing yoga is NOT the point of this story.  The point of this story comes in the incident below:

During the yoga session (lights dim, soft music on, poses in action).....

Phil:  (yelling in a panic from the hallway)  LINDS!!!!  LINDS!!!!!!!

Lindsay: (begins to panic because Phil is panicking.....bad thoughts begin to race through mind)  PHIL?!!!!!

Phil:  (opens door to Jenny's apartment, interrupting our session)  ESPN cut out!!!  I have to go get it fixed before the game starts!!!! (throws house keys on the floor and runs out)

Did my husband really interrupt our yoga session.....in the most FREAKED OUT WAY......because his ESPN stopped working on football night?

YES, YES HE DID.

The point of this story?  Combined with my "girl-on-tv-leaving-for-college" ball session the other night, here's proof that this duo is going to be one CRAZY mess when Baby P arrives!!!!