We're about to be grandparents (again)! Damn, I believe this means there's CAKE in the forecast. Oh gosh...the hardship and shit!
While at the grocery this morning, The Amazing Bob asked, while on the cat supply aisle, if we should pick up some extra litter for Miles and Bethanie. You know, given their expectant state.
Naturally, I text messaged the query to Miles.
His response? He allowed that he hoped Baby Girl Grant has TAB's silliness genes.
Silliness? What?
