So, im sure its painfully obvious to all of you, but it just occured to me:
its day 19 of thanksgiving at the house of haines: bring on the food baby - my favorite is listening to her gurgle and burp while i burry myself in my internest and mentally check-out thru five hours' worth of 'Felicity' (and assorted mindless television from the 1990s) on Netflix instant. Oh look, just then.. i think she kicked (of course its a girl)!
i think i shall name her Victoria.. or Posh? - her delicious hubby has a mean right foot.
"there is no one in my life worth not-eating cheetos for."nor is there any heavily-documented event in my pressing future that might encourage me to pretend; you know, because a person worth not-eating cheetos for, might obviously stumble across one of my varied social media sites and steal a glance, f*cking duh.
its day 19 of thanksgiving at the house of haines: bring on the food baby - my favorite is listening to her gurgle and burp while i burry myself in my internest and mentally check-out thru five hours' worth of 'Felicity' (and assorted mindless television from the 1990s) on Netflix instant. Oh look, just then.. i think she kicked (of course its a girl)!
i think i shall name her Victoria.. or Posh? - her delicious hubby has a mean right foot.
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