A Horse With No Name
16 Mar
And by “horse”, I mean “baby”. Duh. Exactly one week from today, The Bee Family (meaning me) will get all jellied up and have a ultrasound wand shoved unceremoniously in to my abdomen to determine if the baby is retarded is a Cletus or a Peaches. Oh, did I not tell you about “Peaches”? As [...]
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