DB and I were pretty busy yesterday, getting things straightened up around the house. I was concentrating mainly on inside stuff and he was doing an awesome job finally making some headway into cleaning up the garage.
I’m thinking to myself “I’m so glad we’re getting all of this done! I haven’t had to nag DB once about doing this before the baby gets here!”
This illusion was shattered as the DreadBrewer walks in and says, “I’m almost done getting ready to harvest and dry the garlic!”
Baby? What baby?