Gads, tough one. We got heart burn, insomnia, uncontrollable guffawing, flesh wounds, black ice, bad elastic, bad electronics and bad behavior. Good news is, I had my first threesome last night. Me, the Beav, and this foam snake-coil went to the mattress. Good thing that thing came with instructions - it's like sleeping with the heavy bag from the Rocky gym.Anyways, we both slept like angels, and managed a reasonably productive Saturday, given we got up when it got dark. Bought a crib, and made a decision about a stroller. The nice lady that demo'd it for us was kind enough to go deep cleavage on the weekend wear and good times were had by all. Park Slope - FYI - full of hot moms. They all want to talk fabric scraps and baby friendly paint, I gotta brush up on my literature again.
Making a yard bird and kale for the lady tonight. She's on a fat free lo cal hot dog diet that would impress the Stomach from Meatballs. Just watched it again, by the way, cannot wait to send the kid to camp.
Beav is still killing it in Pilates class. Thinking about signing up for a sesh. The guns needs a tune up before it's Bjorn season.
Oh, if Hamilton from the Walkmen is reading this, help yourself to the river, jump in. Thanks!
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