Shopping for greeting cards makes me have to poop. Every. Single. Time. Without. Fail. Why, Pearl, why? I can't get near a Hallmark store unless it's the last stop on the way home, and I have a fear of Target stores where the bathrooms are on the opposite side of the card isles. True story.
That is all,
SBC
PS - Isn't this funny how it's the #2 dedication and I told you something about going #2? I crack me up.
PPS - It WAS indeed a boy. AND he's the cutest little guy! ...I can prove it!
1 comment:
awww, shucks! a post dedicated to me again? and it's about poop? what, did i win queen for a day and no one told me??!!!??!!
as for the pooping urge near greeting cards... maybe because all of the cards are full of shit? hahahaa!!!! i crack me up too!
ps: did you realize in your poop / #2 post, you mentioned your crack too? okay, so it wasnt technically your crack...
pps: wow, i swear your baby gets cuter every time i look at him.
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