I think I am dating myself with that title. However, it’s rather appropriate for blue egg brown nest.
a name.
a partnership.
a stamp.
The only thing that can stop me now is 30 oz of Flavor Blast Goldfish smashed into the sisal, tug of war with 5 feet of Repunzel‘s hair, & Reid falling head first into the kitchen sink. All of which happened before 8 a.m. this fine Wednesday morning. I’m doomed.
yay chris!! so excited!! it’s official!!