Typing from my phone-bear with me on fat fingered spelling mistakes an autocorrects
I posted the other day about the barf-tastic feeling I get when dh talk about ss birth. Well guess what today is??? The glorious, joyous day of birth for the little prince. My dh has been out of town for two weeks, picked up ss on his way home from the airport ( where he was swimming w bm. So before ever coming home to his wife dh got an eye full of hi ex in a bikini.)
I will now get to endure the hell of two weeks of doting on how big he's gotten, how much he was missed, and how the day of this mortal child's birth was the best day of my husbands EFFING life. <<>