For obvious (well, I think it's obvious) reasons, the bakery I own is prime ground for the pregnant women of Athens to come flocking in. Or waddling. For the most part they're only REALLY pregnant women. Maybe we get some lesser-pregnant women, but it's harder when you're surrounded by 9-month pregnant women to notice the lesser preggers.
Anyway. Long story short. There are also a LOT of babies. The little buggers are everywhere. EVERYWHERE. I cant get away from them. They're either in the womb or sleeping in carriers or salivating all over the glass cases and spreading their saliva around with their sticky little paws.
And damnit anyway if I don't love it.
I know that I dont really want a baby right now (god. When would I spend time with a baby?!!) but someone put some sort of ticking clock inside of most ladies, and I know I'm getting to an age when that clock starts moving around... but I plan on snoozing that button. And snoozing and snoozing.
And so, I've been hanging out with Tucker. The cutest little red-headed 6-month-old baby girl you've ever seen. Or never seen, but trust me. Adorable.
And she reminds me that I DONT want a baby when she cries, pees on me, etc.
And everything goes back to normal. Where I drink, sleep, work, drink, sleep, work Repeat.
PS: Renee, you're finally back but I can't get to your page! Killing me. Killing. With shivs.
