The drought is over. My brother and sister-in-law are in town for a college friends' wedding. They're staying with the Boy and I. Ordinarily this would be a huge downer - transporting family all over town while having to comply to their every request doesn't generally strike my happy chord. The bonus that makes everything alright? They brought a baby.
Bed for one, or two?
In baby sign language, panting = doggy.
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