I think I am dating myself with that title. However, it’s rather appropriate for blue egg brown nest.
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.