Expecting

Item A:

Baby shower cards are the stupidest things ever. Talk about a trip to Sappsville.

Item B:

I shouldn't never be allowed to do the baby shower shopping, because I'm far too cynical to be let loose around baby items.

Item C:

I don't care if I don't have a kid. You're both younger than me, and I have farrrrrr more child experience than either of you two.

Item D:

I forgot how much I love tacos. If you ever get a chance to have real Mexican tacos, please do, you won't be disappointed.

Item E:

I want to die on the beach in the Oceanside Harbour. It is the most beautiful and peaceful place in the world.

Item F:

San Diego will always be my home. I miss it.

Item G:

No one does Sunsets like California, don't even try to argue.

Item H:

Pictures of the Oceanside/San Diego adventure will be posted tomorrow. Don't miss it!

Item I:

I need to move away from Riversdie (no that is not a typo)

Item J:

New stuff in the store on Sunday! Be there or be square. Also I finally got around to setting up the policies, and other helpful info.

Item K:

Saturday = Bowling!

Item L:

If I have to hear one more thing about what pregnancy does to you, I'm probably going to go postal.

That's it. Weird week.

I hate baby showers.

Be sure to check out the store!