There’s this girl I know…. And by know, I mean, met on the Internet. Does that make me weird?  Meh. Anyways, in the bloggy world she’s a rarity like me.  A Canadian Military wife.  But that’s not what her blog is about.  It’s about clay monkeys and stuff.  Which is way funnier. Lately, she has been doing this series where she writes about a letter of the alphabet each day.  So far, it’s been in order but I’m just waiting to see when she’s gonna go ahead and switch it up to throw us all off.  She’s crazy like that.  Well, this last post was awesome fantastic.  Read it here.  Then come back.  Please come back?  I promise you can go back to her blog after….. Clay Baboons So, I mentioned to her after that when I read this post, while waiting an unrealistically long time at Service Canada to submit passport applications, only to be told that my two youngest’s pictures were rejected because it ‘looked like they were trying not to smile….‘, I may have laughed out loud and peed my pants a little. That’s right.  I have never had the experience of struggling to conceive.  I feel a little guilty about that, if you remember this post. Possibly because of that,  I don’t have the urge to pee on anything. BUT, when I mentioned my pants-peeing incident to Stephanie, she said she didn’t know that happened to people, cause, you know, people don’t talk about those things enough. So, since…