Shockingly enough, I didn't have any shirts with baby puke on them for the photo shoot. Oh well. Maybe next month we can do an article on, "Reading your future in the splatter pattern of spit up."
It's not you. I woke up this morning and could hardly even say "Professional and Prolificating" let alone figure out what it meant. I figured this title was snappier.
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That is so funny.
You never cease to amaze me.
Even my husband laughed.