Who ever came up with the idea of a blog? And why do you people read mine? I'm a pretty boring person. Like seriously. Painfully boring. Like yanking off a nose strip.
A total stranger approached me at a gas station outside of York and asked to hold Tank, talking in that baby voice that people use with babies and cute animalls. Slightly disconcerting. I'm scared someone is going try to steal him. Also he had his first bath today. IT WAS CERY TRAUMATIC FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED. But then grandma put a towel in the dryer for him and he fell asleep for like five hours. He's such a little wimp.