Wed 25 Jan 2006
Bree: “You know what we need to get?”
Yours truly: “Um, what?”
The perfect fiance: “A crib!”
The Shocked one: “—(shock)—”
Always lovely one: “and something to put in it!”
Again with the shock: “-”
Fearless Leader: “Like a Puppy!”
Bearded one: Ha!
Once I checked the status of the oven and the lack of baked goods impending, I too laughed. I hope you did too.

Oh.
My.
Word.
Jeepers, that’s evil.