Now with Scrubbing Bubbles.
There would be absolutely NO excuse for those pants!
No. Step away from the computer and make a stiff drink.
Seriously, are you pregnant? Please tell me you're pregnant.Don't mess with me, woman.
No. No, no no! Stay away from the freaky patterned pants!!!!!
*GASP!*Are you pregnant?You're pregnant, aren't you?*SQUEEEEEEAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!*CONGRATULATIONS, HOMESTEAD!!!No wonder you haven't blogged much lately! You've been...umm...busy. *giggle*HUGS to you, dear.
YAY! You're pregnant? Yippeee!Truth be told, I think I wore worse things when I was pregnant. I juss stopped caring after I became the size of a buffalo.
Congratulations! And, (thus speaks an older sister) in the tradition of older siblings everywhere, Sweet Boy can soon feed his beans to the baby under the table. (Dog? Whaddaya mean, dog?)
Okay, at first I thought, fuck, I've totally lost track of you, but now I see that I wasn't missing anything. Everyone else is just as surprised by this tidbit of information. CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU BOTH!!!Sweetboy too!
Friends don't let friends wear paisley.
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