so did you all know there was a 7:30 a.m.? oh. ya. me neither. but holy bone does my roommate’s dog black jack. and while we’re on the subject, he’d like me to tell you that it happens to be his FAVORITE time of day.
i’m dog sitting this weekend, and im all ‘wow. ya. so NOT ready to be a real parent. nope. not me.’
of course things might be different if i had carried him in my stomach for nine months.
or at least i hope they would be. that’s how it works right? thing in stomach grows and releases drugs to make you love it. and also love waking up at 7:30 a.m.?
i mean. well. that’s how it HAS to works. otherwise, parenthood would be awful.