Summer
To say I was emotional would be an understatement. I mean, I sat and cried like a baby for thirty minutes because of a toilet paper commercial the other day. You know the one with the bears. Yeah, the baby bear ran out of toilet paper at the beginning of the commercial, and the mom brought him some. That's all it took, and I was in tears and crying like a damn kid who dropped her ice cream on the ground. It was a wonder Tats was able to put up with me as he did. Hell, I basically yelled at him for around an hour last week about how we didn’t have a bigger place for when the baby was born and whatnot. All he did was ask how I would want the baby's room decorated. And I went off. I mean, my lease isn’t even up for another two months. The baby isn’t due for another three. He says h
