Now with Scrubbing Bubbles.
Tell me you didn't just find that out.Tell me you're joking, being facetious, being sarcastic.Tell me you're on board with me to go rescue those poor, poor babies once they're born.
Ok, hanging head in shame, I DID just find out.... and now I'm going to blingo it to find out when she is due.....Yes, I'm up for operation baby rescue..... but if she names them, well, what I can only imagine she will name them, I reserve the right to re-name them.
Oh I want to sit next to Homestead! Someone who is less in touch with what's going on in the world than *I* am. Did you hear about that storm in Louisiana?
Sad, isn't it???
O M G - I am so proud of your out-of-touchness.How do you grocery shop without even chancing a glance at the check out literature? Please enlighten us all!p.s. Twins? News to me.
Grocery shopping with Sweet Boy is an exercise in, well... exercise. He is constantly trying to load or unload the cart so Mission #1 is to keep him focused on whatever his goal is.... either throwing cans of cat food into the cart or helping me stack them on the belt.... And I guess I've just been shopping at the right times lately.... no lines.
BRITNEY'S HAVING TWINS? Are you serious??? I totally did not know that, nor did my husband.But god help those babies--you and Ladybug let me know where the rescue rendezvous point is. I'll be there with clean binkits and a baby name book.
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