More than likely, the Nugget will be fashionably late. Which is a good thing because the extra time is allowing me to wash the clothes again, clean the apartment again, remember things like baby wipes that we don't have but probably should get, again.
But really, I'm not worried.
I've resigned myself to the fact that we will not be ready when the Nugget arrives. Because, really, are you ever truly prepared for what is about to turn your world upside down in the most exciting way possible???
So again...I sit here and wait. Luckily, I get to work from home these days until the Nugget arrives. I never thought that I would get so jazzed as to have projects to work on...to keep my mind off of the fact that I only have 3 bottles. How many do you really need?
Maybe we should just wing-it.
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