I was doing some housecleaning today and found some garden gnomes. Apparently, my younger self decided to store some of his stash from his Christmas shenanigans here.
Bella, I feel like you're partially to blame. Maybe because at least one of these has a name tag that identifies it as 'Queen Bella.'
Waddling, I think I've started waddling and this is not fun. On top of that some lady at the grocery store informed me that my baby was probably the size of a pineapple. While I was holding a pineapple that I had every intention of eating. Thanks, lady. Thanks so much.
Ty, you got to have my leather pants, now I need you to come lift things for me tomorrow. There will be food.
Where are all the book club people at? I want back in. And who has a free pair of hands right now? I need help packing some things. You'll get an endless amount of cookies in return.
I went truly insane with the shopping yesterday. I discovered this store from another early morning shopper and now all of Church's shelves smell like artificial watermelons. And his socks are finally in some sort of order.
I also have three sets of shelving that I don't need. Would anyone like them? I'll personally install them for you.