Smallish announcement
So...
Well.
Uh.
I'm growing a fetus. The finished product will arrive in December. No fussing or gushing is necessary.
Man, I've been harboring this terrible fear/paranoia that none of my friends are going to think I'm cool anymore. The Slav thinks this is crazy pie, and he's probably right. But I'm still worried.
Well.
Uh.
I'm growing a fetus. The finished product will arrive in December. No fussing or gushing is necessary.
Man, I've been harboring this terrible fear/paranoia that none of my friends are going to think I'm cool anymore. The Slav thinks this is crazy pie, and he's probably right. But I'm still worried.