This guy is finally coming to live with us … in no more than 5 days. (He’s sick right now, so there was a delay.)
We had to make an emergency run to Babies R Us to get a baby gate (to make a little indoor “yard” for the puppy while he’s potty training). That awful place shut my ovaries right up. Yuck. Do. Not. Want.
Also … if you go into Babies R Us with a dude, people will 100% assume you are pregnant. They will offer you a rewards membership, and when you say, “Heck no, I’m not coming back here any time soon, ” they will take it personally and say, “What? You’re not having a baby? Oh no!”
I speak only the truth. Shit happened.