Posted by Lissa on September 4, 2012
It’s a good thing I was home with only Rajah to hear me, because I freely admit to using Language Unsuitable for Polite Company:
That’s right, I managed to shatter a jar of spaghetti sauce all over the bottom of my pantry.
If Mike had been home I would have swallowed my pride and asked for help. Do you know how hard it is to mop up handfuls of sauce and tiny glass shards while leaning over a beach ball? Or maybe a bowling ball – he is SOLID, y’all!
Six weeks to go. I am READY. (Well, I’m not sure new parents are ever really ready, but we’ll do our best!!)