Why, no. No I don't. Isn't that considered a blessed event?
It is when you're in the tub with Sister Mary Margaret. I've been saying "Oh my God oh my God oh my God" for the last twenty minutes.
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.