Pook booked our last vacation before the little turd is born. In less than a month we will be chilling by the beach sipping on rita's next to the beach.
Correction: For a second there I forgot that this is a BABYMOON, therefor I will be sipping on sprite not margaritas. Boring I know, but I gotta do what I gotta do to keep this Tator Tot healthy. I guess I will be a nice wife for a change and not throw a fit when Jonathan boozes on the trip. But until then, you better believe that I will continue to pout each time he pops open a cold one right in front of my pregnant face.