mystery delivery

So I'm sitting on the couch watching tv and the doorbell rings.  Ikea came by to deliver a bed and a dresser.  I'm like, what?  I didn't order anything.... what gives?  Turns out Greyson decided he wants to live in my uterus forever and needs a more comfortable place to sleep... oh and some storage for his... what? birthday suits?  Sheesh kid, seriously?  Sorry if my bladder is not soft enough for your head and that I sometimes crowd you when say, I'M trying to get some sleep, but your days in there are numbered and you already have a bed... and a dresser... and clothes.  Don't you think you're getting a tad too comfortable in there?

The nerve this guy has!  I sent it all back.

I'm still waiting... it's looking more and more like he is going to win though. 

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