He wants your love, love, love.
So… Baby J and I were waiting in the check-out line at the grocery (OK, for reals, we were peeking at a gossip site.) ( Ok, mostly it was me checking a bookmarked gossip site I skulk around at and J shaking his head kinda sadly at me.) But then
So, I unwrapped Baby J this morning. I thought he’d be glad to see me, but he was out the door in three seconds, yelling something about ‘going to a support group’ over his shoulder. He called me on his cell a couple hours later. When I picked him up