This last week we have been involved in a process that Dooce likes to call "reconvening the procedure". (I'll warn some of you. Dooce has a way with words. And while that way makes me laugh until I cry, or pee, or both, it also involves words that I don't personally endorse. :)

This time wasn't nearly as scary as the reconvention after childbirth, or after the super-long deployments. This is mainly because the reason for the temporary termination of the procedure didn't have to do with anything directly related to the parts required for reconvention. And also that the slight hiatus we have taken was only 8 weeks. Not 30, or 52, like would be common with a militarily induced separation.

But, the odd thing is, we didn't even think about....ahem....until my grandmother came to visit and she was sleeping in a bed 2 rooms away in a creaky old house. Floor boards squeak, people! It's not recommended. Take my advice and learn from it!

If you *must* break your leg, and you *must* wait 8 weeks to "snuggle", then just wait another 3 days until you have the house to yourself again!