My doorbell doesn't work... for most people (It always works for Jenni, though). :)
I heard voices outside of my open front door... and checked on it. I thought maybe I was just being paranoid.
Nope. It was THEM. Two very sweet missionary boys from the Mormon Church. I listened and said no thank you. But...
The mosquitoes decided that today I was lunch. OWIE!
Just thought I'd share.
2 comments:
three more weeks!!! You poor thing. I am starting to think that if you go on bedrest, the baby never comes! Well, we'll just have to have lots of playdates or something to help the time pass...and maybe some more girl nights!
The doorbell likes me because I'm special. And I don't mean like the little school bus kind of special. :)
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