Enough.
Peeing and laughing, laughing and peeing. You haven’t missed much.
Alternative title: “Thanks, Mom.”
Not **those** talents. Perv.
Eight months later…and eighty billion times more fu@k!ng awesome.
I made my first good decision when it comes to love. Sorry I’m not sorry.
We have granite!
Could it really be? Will I REALLY truly have a working kitchen tomorrow? I sure hope so.
I cope, you win.
on repeat.
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