Lamer than lame, lower than low…I skipped out on the Ted Leo show. Instead I was asleep by 9:30. Sure, I’ve got my excuses. We’d had a busy day…I’ve got that bun in the oven…the husband and I decided to rearrange some furniture, and the evening got away from me. But excuses don’t get you to the rock shows. Or maybe this is just subterfuge, to hide the fact that I really stayed home…to secretly engage in pregnancy exercises as suggested by Chuck. Aww yeah, I’m gettin’ my kicks.