Thank you to whoever wrote "You're Forgiven" in nail polish inside the third stall in the ladies room in Schmitt Academic Center. I was seriously feeling guilty about that third pack of cheese crackers with peanut butter I had eaten just minutes earlier.
xoxo
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p.s. Baby, I am currently looking for a pediatrician for you when you make the big debut. Does it bother you when doctors have bad hair like it bothers me? So far, the five women at the leading office all look like they had fabulous blowouts before taking their head shots, so I think we're in luck.
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