Whatever Meagan

I'd need a picture to believe it, Meagie. I bet you sat down to a breakfast of sliced grapes and melon and you only said that because you knew that I'd be writing this with an empty bag of chocolate chips in front of me. Not just from today. No, no. The whole bag has taken at least a couple of days. No, but I do love love them. Mom has taught me to freeze them and I'm never turning back. You know, for the baby's sake. I love that one. "It's for the baby." I better enjoy it now because in T-minus 40 days and counting I'll be back to trying to be good.
Moni that would have put me through the roof, but we're so glad you've joined us.
Brookie, what the crap is wrong with you. I haven't thrown up in years and I'm so glad because it sucks. I hope you feel better soon and thank you for writing so much. I love envisioning your cute little brown babies. I wish I was out there with you guys.
I'm now going to join Clo for a coke and a nappie. Not really a coke, but a nappie. There's this guy who was friends with Kev's dad and he used to love warm coke. He'd open a two liter and leave it in the car in the sun. He'd always say "Ah sh#% Kevie, I'm going home for a coke and a nappie" in this silly whiny, hilarious voice (but he was dead serious). You'll have to have Kev imitate it for you some day. Leash