With this cake in front of us…
and roughly 60 sets of staring eyes, we cut into this thing and both were shocked. Then things took a turn to awkward when I had a nervous, weird moment of clarity and clinical discovery and proclaimed to the audience that we were in fact having a vagina.
I don’t know why I said it either.
So yeah, our girl is coming and I’m already scared for our bank account with the way Court has been eyeing baby clothes. And the fact that I’m closer than I’ve ever been with buying a shotgun. I figure it’s never too early to perfect my “get off my lawn” pose. A shotgun should do it.