Doesn't seem possible. And yet...
Why Vergil thinks that the fireplace tiled in the same pink and black tile as the bathroom needs to be replaced is beyond me. (Haha!)
A solid brick house with so many rooms that they're going to have to decide which ones will be what. A basement. A funky-ass laundry room with the coolest old sink in it that I've ever seen. Sorry. Didn't get a picture of that. A yard that needs a hell of a lot of work. A bathroom that Jessie can call her own. (Best tip for a happy marriage- share a bedroom, have separate bathrooms.)
They sign tomorrow at 9:00 a.m.
We went to dinner with Hank and May and Michael and Lily and the boys. Jason had to work. Bah. But hey- welcome to management, Jason! We are so proud of you. And we missed you.
Margaritas were two for one.
Gibson ate approximately 75 chips, according to Mr. Moon.
I can't believe that all of my babies are going to be right here. The fun we're going to have.
I looked at Mr. Moon holding Gibson and I said, "Can you believe that one day we had sex, which I remember, and next thing you knew, we had Lily and then...this is what happened?"
Good God, ya'll.