I don’t know what is.
Note: this was taken before the cab ride from hell where I proceeded to puke out the door at a stop, be walked up front stairs so that I didn’t fall, and taken care of all day Sunday, including breakfast in bed, because I was sicker than a dog. I love this man!
Update: For those that missed the part about puking out of the cab… I was sicker than a dog all day because I was very drunky and that was what made me sick. So no, I’m not pregnant.
JUST GET MARRIED ALL READY!
GET A ROOM. BOOK THE HOTEL!!
NOT IN FRONT OF THE CHILDREN!!!!
[...] that are up to what us up north folks call “no good.” They have been plotting, betting, posting comments, and sending anonymous (but not really anonymous) magazine subscriptions to me in the mail. [...]
But what a cute baby that would be!
[...] Visual evidence of why I was sicker than a dog: [...]