I've got to quit sugar.
Not until after Christmas of course.
Probably never. I love that shit.
It does make me horrifically silly and I say things sometimes that I find funny, but other people do not.
G got mad at me last night. Enraged is more like it.
I blame cupcake #4.
When G gets really mad, she giggles as she tries to kick your ass.
I told her last night that sometimes, when a woman gives birth, they poop a little as they push the baby out.
I told her that I had a full breakfast and a chicken salad sandwich for lunch while I was in labor with her.
So odds are, I probably crapped on her head as she came out.
Only the nurses will ever know and I'm sure they are not telling.
Yeah, G didn't take that well at all.
I blame the cupcakes.