Oh good grief! Don’t let your toddler read this. Look away if you love Crocs. Please commiserate with L. Go Wendy, Go Wendy, it’s your birthday! I just want to know how these don’t roll down and become a belt. I’ve been doing my part for the last couple of days! You’re welcome.
This makes me so.freaking.happy. (If you don’t read Julia, when she says ’13’ she’s referring to pregnancy number 13. She has one child so far and is now pregnant with twins after, well, lots more than I have space for here. Go read her blog.) Did I mention I’m happy? For someone I’ve never met and doesn’t have any idea who I am? That’s how compelling her story is.
Um… Tick tock!
Go tell Shannon she’s got a hot ass.
And I suspect that Kevin needs a hug.
Dillinger? Seriously? I want to poke myself in the eye with a fork.
I’d say he‘s lucky to be alive.
Truly brilliant problem-solving.
Interesting to think about.
Other than the fact that my brain just cannot understand “grams” this is a great post.
Oh, so sweet. Not enough to make me want another, but a wonderful reminder of what it was like.
And set to the best song we danced to at our wedding, I have to agree.
Sometimes just being there really is enough.
Go give some assvice about blogging.
Behold the power of the internet, but I still think she needs to go to the doctor…
Very sweet and very true.
(And thank you to everyone who has asked about my eyes — it’s all good :)
Would you like some assistance vomiting today? Then read this.
Oooh, a smooshy newborn. Yay!
Let’s all pitch in and get Karly a scanner. I really need to see this.
Yay — I love good news.
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