I interrupt my day of trip prep to bring you this tidbit. If this isn’t a sign of what has been wrong with me lately then one does not exist.
Nathan’s going to be 10 months next week, + 38 weeks carrying him, 3 gigantic pimples, a 10 piece nugget meal with barbecue sauce that I may have licked clean.
To quote an SNL skit about Auunale. “Go to the store, buy a hat, and get ready to hold the Eff on to it!”
Someone remind Mike I still love him?