We were just discussing our lack of burp clothes and mittens/booties. I told Mr. Aggie that his mom is going to buy some for us and we’ll just wash them when we get home from the hospital since the hospital will give us whatever we need while we’re there. His response: “Hell yeah they will. We’ll ask for golden shoes. And foot massages. And then I’ll say ‘bring me a beer.’ And they will.”
Yes, dear, I’m delivering at a Sandals resort. Didn’t I tell you?