30 Days of Fun, Day 29
My dear friends just had a baby, if by “just” you mean three weeks before I sent off their present. If only there were some sort of way to know that a baby was coming—maybe some sort of waiting or gestation period— so I wouldn’t spend the three weeks following the baby’s birth frantically crocheting up a storm.
Meanwhile, if ever new parents knew how much profanity comes flying out of my mouth as I’m struggling to make a baby blanket, they’d never let the baby near it, but rather place it in a hazmat bag and try to bury it at sea. So let’s just keep that our little secret, okay?