things were looking pretty good. even though i had to park about seven hundred miles from the airport and had to take a shuttle to get to my terminal and had to pay $2.85 for 500ml of Evian (ps. thanks random stranger who gave me the extra 13 cents i…
that’s me. and my first-born. sleeping together. oh, heavenly days! this has NEVER happened before. Emily was a hands-off baby. she slept in one place and one place only. her crib. bouncy chair? no carseat? no (in fact, she screamed bloody murder in the carseat) stroller? no way. someone’s arms?…
i have a thing for old men. not older men in an “ohmigoodlord Liam Neeson is HOT for a man his age” sort of way (which, i mean, yes, he is, but that’s not the topic for today. maybe tomorrow. is it getting hot in here?) old men. like, grandfathers….
