Scary

Terrifying

Evil

Do something unreasonable today.

We want all three, the cradle is obvious, the co-sleep to have in our room if necessary, and to carry around when we go stay with family, and the car seat is also obvious, but we’re always short so we’re prioritizing on things to buy so we can do so slowly, and hopefully by the time the baby is born, around august, we have it all.

We have already secured diapers, the special (and expensive!) baby bottles, clothes, cleaning products and a bathtub, we now have a payment incoming which we want to use on either three, but just in case, I’m open for suggestions.

Thanks to your comments, we decided to secure the car seat, which is a “combo” that also works as a carriage and a basket, we also took advantage of a sale offer and bough the co-sleep crib, I’m left completely drained of funds but man now I can rest more easy knowing we have the two most urgent things.

The proper crib, which will work until our kid is 5, will come next month if all goes to plan, and after that we can finally focus on getting the baby room ready (mostly paint and fixing a door), get more diapers and cleaning products, and stuff for my wife she will need once she begins breastfeeding.

are you thirty? have a sip!

are you hungry? have a spack!

have you been snitting in the sale proclation? mack your tabbers!.

are you stick? purt your indies!

do you need to prot a buntle? go! now!

are you tired? break your togs!

do a quick snat of your vitals. are you fond? do you need to reduct your plandles? if you have a trick, tog it. if you need to sitch, go so.

are you grod or too trinking? if you need to break off a grint or mend the bontle, go to that now!

I am weak and foolish and in my pain delivered myself into the jaws of Hell. Jesus wouldn't allow them to hurt me more than superficially. One lost and wayward sheep, alone and trapped, and the Messiah guarding what is His. 20+ priests and priestesses were afraid to touch me. For 12 hours I stumbled and prayed but they couldn't lay a hand on me directly. The wounds they inflicted on my feet alarmed the Urgent Care doctor. Two days later they are already mostly healed. I am walking normally with only minor pain. The scratches and marks they put on me in other places were all gone by worship service Sunday morning, save for one "suicide" scratch along my right radial artery. That is still barely visible.

Jesus delivered me from Hell and there are no words strong enough to describe how grateful I am. I am a fool, but I am a fool for Christ.

that’s what Susan is

but no, we have to invent the most uninspired, surface level take on her story possible and peddle that as the big takeaway of a book series that hardly ever gives you such an on-the-nose “moral”