Someday.
The three things for today:
1.) Baby stuff is expensive! Stop having babies!
2.) "SHUT UP AND EAT YOUR GODDAMNED WATERMELON!" and "YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE THAT WAY!"
3.) Draft beer still makes me sick. More than about 36oz of it at a single sitting that is. This is my theory.
4.) Three bags and $133 later at Target....ugh.
I cleaned the bathroom. Monica feels like crap. That means the dishwasher is broken.
Chad comes home in 17ish days. hoo-fucking-ray! :D
1.) Baby stuff is expensive! Stop having babies!
2.) "SHUT UP AND EAT YOUR GODDAMNED WATERMELON!" and "YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE THAT WAY!"
3.) Draft beer still makes me sick. More than about 36oz of it at a single sitting that is. This is my theory.
4.) Three bags and $133 later at Target....ugh.
I cleaned the bathroom. Monica feels like crap. That means the dishwasher is broken.
Chad comes home in 17ish days. hoo-fucking-ray! :D