One day I walk into the spare bedroom to find Penny giving birth in the corner and I blink my eyes and this has happened:
I. Can’t. Even. Deal.
Have four and a half months really passed already? I refuse to believe it. This new house must be located in some sort of freaky time-space-continuum thingy that I’ll never understand. It has to be. Right?
Slow the frig down, would ‘ya, time?!