So I'm meeting Ellie's dad. I hope he's in a good mood. See, my dad is rarely in a good mood.
Honestly, don't know what his problem is, but there was a time I was pretty sure I was going to be just like him.
God, I'm glad I'm not like him.
Anyway, yes, I'm a little nervous. Sort of.
Not going to let it get to me. Just not. I'm going to do this.
Still not sure whats up with Ellie wanting to get a crib. Is my imagination, or is something happening here? I mean, I don't think she's pregnant. I don't think it would happen.
It kind of makes me smile though. That she wants to. Have this room all ready.Just in case.
Yeah, we probably won't have a kid at our house ever again, but we'll have a crib. What is she thinking?