Now I just have to make sure he goes for the squishy fries and not the crunchy ones.
Why is it there's always that one outfit that they always poop in? You know when you put it on them that it will be in the washer soaking within a few hours but you tempt fate anyway?
Why have I been spending hours on etsy looking at fabulous dresses and listening to the new 1950's radio station 105.3 the Martini? I don't even drink martinis. I might start.
I could go on all day and night.
