9:52 AM
I'm not pregnant. But, just so you know, there's a pregnancy test box in the trash can in the bathroom.
I [...] didn't think I was, but I had a Dream. So I wanted to be sure.
Five years is "wood." Which the internet tells me means that I have to get you something artfully laser engraved with our names.
-- I have a request for you, if you don't mind.
I'm an idiot, help.
Any chance I can get a last minute babysitter again for tonight?
-- So I'm being kicked out of my house like I'm a fucking college guy coming home to a sock on the doorknob.
-- And I was wondering if maybe it would be a good opportunity to do something...halfway normal with you.
-- Like dinner if you think Tessa or one of your sisters might be able to watch Ella.