"Whatchoo talkin' 'bout a new baby? I'M the new baby. Harrison who?"
"You're kidding, right? This is a joke, right?"
"Are you hearing this?"
"But I'M the baby."
(whispers) "I'm the baby."
P.S. I think the Lord deserves a handclap of praise for the fudge at Buc-ees. And if the good people at Buc-ees want to bless me with some more, well, I'll just be that much closer to reaching my fudge-related goals.
P.P.S. Courtney, it would really help me out a lot if you could have your baby on Tuesday. I'm just sayin'. So get after it. Think thin and open.
P.P.P.S. That's probably creating a visual most people don't need.
P.P.P.P.S. But it's my blog, and I'll create whatever visuals I want.
And on that note, I do believe I'll go to bed.