I've decided for some reason that I need to expand our family of six to seven. Our youngest is now six, in first grade, and I'm home alone pretty much all day. I've had a baby itch for almost a year now, but since my husband looks at me like I suddenly sprouted hideous antennae and my skin has turned green, I'm absolutely positive that a baby is out of the question. Plus, he reminds me that he's "out of the gene pool". It's a losing battle, especially since he also reminded me that diapers were not all that fun. SOOOO.... I've decided on a fur baby instead. Roxy, will be coming home with us somewhere in the middle of March. Granted there's potty training and waking in the middle of the night but there's no talking back and temper tantrums either. And how can you resist this face?
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