6 thoughts on “It's About Managing Your Expectations

    • …then Junior wouldn’t exist.

      Hey look she’s kinda cute in a Tony-Blair-with-girly-bits kinda way. And what’s the big deal with havin’ a couple of brew-ha-ha’s while sporting a baby bump anyway? My mom smoked like a Mexican Space Shuttle and drank like Dom Delouise after a 100-yard dash when she carried me in her womb, and look at me! I’m slicker than cream corn from the socket of Davis.

      I rest my case.

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