Yesterday at work we had a baby shower for another colleague. There was cake. I may or may not have been looking forward to said cake all week. The morning seemed to drag on to infinity (before the shower at 11) This was me:
[caption id="attachment_1866" align="aligncenter" width="388"] Preach Stanley[/caption]
I just realized that once Gus comes I will have no excuse for being a sweets spaz. This saddens me. boo.