I particularly love it when an old girlfriend sends many, many, many emails, text messages and phone messages saying that she really NEEDS to come over to see Baby Ruby. She can't wait to meet Baby Ruby. She would love to visit with Baby Ruby.
And then after two or three cancellations, she is finally able to make it over to my house for a visit. And as soon as she walks through the door she gives me the once over - as if to assess my post pregnancy figure, clothing and hairstyle. She then proceeds to scratch Ruby's belly with her long, talon-like, jewel adorned acrylic nails (not unlike how she greets Quincy) and says, "Awww... Aren't you cute." She then sits on my couch for three hours and acts completely oblivious of Ruby while she talks incessantly about the Mediterranean cruise that she's going on in a few days. And then before she leaves she scolds me about my use of the eff word and tells me that if I don't cut back on it now, Ruby will grow up to have a foul mouth. She then slips back into her 6" stiletto heels and drives away in her black convertible.
Those are just my absolute favorite kinds of visits.