OK, JJ's arrival is four days away and I'm already a complete wreck. I'm looking around my one-bedroom apartment and trying to figure out how in the world there's going to be enough space for me, Drama and a three year old boy. You know my anti-social dog requires her own room at all to herself. Not to mention, his mom has him on this healthy food regiment... Something tells me Minute Maid friut punch, Doritos and a Happy Meal don't exactly fit the menu.
Worse comes to worse, I guess I'll take him next door to play with my neighbor's crazy grandson Nathanial. Who at the ripe young age of five is showing all the marking of a future corner boy- god bless his heart. But hey, you're never too young to learn how to shoot dice and swear in Spanish, right?