Mitten Bound

In just a day I will be heading back to the Mitten for my first official baby shower.  I'm so pumped however, NOT pumped for the 4 hour drive.  I am enrolled in a "Time Management and Personal Effectiveness" class in the northern suburbs tomorrow, so I will be hitting the road in the afternoon.  It's going to be a long day.

Chris and I have already received tons of loot via UPS from our registries (Target and BuyBuyBaby).  We are so blessed to have a supportive group of family and friends that want to hook us up with cool baby shit.  Sidenote-- I need to invent an "Adult Swing" that's non-porno, designed just like a baby swing. 

Last night we went out looking for a dresser/changing table.  Thinking not too seriously about this adventure, we figured a quick trip to Home Place furniture or HomeGoods would supply us with what we were looking for.  Holy shit was I wrong.  SEVERAL stores later, we found ourselves at Hooters, pissed about lack of dresser selection.  WTF.  Does BuyBuyBaby really think we are going to pay $700.00 for some shitty dresser made of MDF?  Chris could make one out of solid Maple for less money.  Speaking of BBB, let me elaborate on that debacle:

Arriving home from work last night, there was a large package from UPS sitting on the stoop.  Turns out, a mystery person purchased a Snap 'N Go stroller apparatus for our car seat.  Sweet.  There was no note, no return information, nothing.  We have no clue who bought this.  Knowing we'd be hitting up BuyBuyBaby (where this item was listed on our registry), I thought we could reference their database and find out who bought the item.

30 minutes later with two dumbass bitches named Jasmine and Shanice (plus one drunk kid), they could barely find our registry.  Taylor and Jenay Willits?  Jen and Mike Wilson?  No asshole.  Jennie and Chris Willis.  August 12th due date.  Not rocket science.  Chris got up first because he has zero tolerance for crap--  I sat for an additional 5 minutes, hoping for success.  I thought way too much of these knuckleheads.  I still don't know who bought this stroller for us.  AND I'm going to write a letter to the manager and complain about the bullshit customer service.

I guess the silver lining was my boneless wings from Hooters with hot sauce.

Kasia also took a dump in our house yesterday.  I think she is beginning to sense something is on the horizon.  Do you think she equates taking shits in the house as a form of protest?  Her ears were extra soft last night so that is what I equate shits in the house to be.