And because I don't save things in another spot I don't have a backup copy. The only thing I have is that it started like this:
I've noticed my posts are getting a little sappy, so I'd like to change it up a little bit.
And now, I'd like to tell you the story of how I got pregnant . . .
Just kidding!
Like anyone really wants to know that. Like I'd really tell you even if you did. Like my partner would totally leave me if I even thought about telling you.
Like anyone really wants to know that. Like I'd really tell you even if you did. Like my partner would totally leave me if I even thought about telling you.
All I can tell you is there was snow shoveling involved, and not in a sexy way.
I bet that's a nice thing to know though, as a couple, how you made your baby. The people who were trying to get pregnant can try to control the situation and hope it turns out and it's a romantic story they can tell their kids one day to totally mortify the crap out of them. Me? I'll just say, "You were made because Mommy and Daddy love each other." ("and also love a little daytime cocktails to set the mood") And when they say, "What was that thing you just said under your breath?" I'll say, "You're not allowed to drink until you're married." End of story.
And that's all I got. I went on to babble about how snowy it's been, but then how the sun came out and how my cat is killing mice and eating them in my bedroom - all complete with pictures. It wasn't an amazing post, but I liked it and I want it back Mr. Ghost deleter thing!
Anyway, I'll have a real post later. Right now I have to go back up my entire life.
And that's all I got. I went on to babble about how snowy it's been, but then how the sun came out and how my cat is killing mice and eating them in my bedroom - all complete with pictures. It wasn't an amazing post, but I liked it and I want it back Mr. Ghost deleter thing!
Anyway, I'll have a real post later. Right now I have to go back up my entire life.
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