Baby Daddy

(written in February)

So when Sam came home I was like a cocker spaniel.  Wagging my butt, trying to hide my poop eating grin, and generally following him around.  Which I don’t normally do.


He was tired, and walking around and talking… and finally when he collapsed on the bed without rifling through his shirt drawer (where I had placed the now infamous shirt) I couldn’t take it any longer.

I said, “I know what you should wear today” and he said “oh yea?”

I took out the shirt and threw it at him, and he put it aside and didn’t look at it.  I told him to open it up and look at it and he said “Why did you ruin my favorite shirt?”

then he took another look at it.

This time I saw the excitement in his eyes and voice.

“Oh my gosh, are you serious?  Are you serious?  For real? Are you serious?”

I went and got the evidence out of the vanity… and showed him the two stripes.

He made me take another.

THEN he believed me.


This entry was published on March 29, 2010 at 9:55 pm and is filed under BABY BUNN. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

2 thoughts on “Baby Daddy

  1. LOVE IT! Leave it to you 2 to have a great story ;~)

  2. Saw your comment on allbowerpower and thought I’d stop by.

    Congratulations! 🙂

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