Eating My Words

Oh man.

I am eating my words.

A few weeks ago, I recall saying something like, "It doesn't matter if I have a girl, it's not like I'm going to buy new stuff or paint the nursery just for a girl."

Good one, Sanz.  I'm so full of it.

Good thing I have always believed anyone has the right to change their mind at anytime.  I tend to do that.  Change my mind, that is.  And does The Cheesecake Factory really need to have a 47 page menu?  I would really appreciate it if they could narrow it down to 5 entrees.  Okay, 10.  I'm not good with too many choices.  I always end up ordering the avocado egg rolls or lettuce wraps and then I decide I want the other one and I have to hunt down the waitress and tell her to change my order.  STAT! 

Anyway. 

I will be painting the nursery.

I will be getting new girly blankets (Thanks Grandma!) 

I will be buying new decor.

I will be redoing a dresser (or buying a new one.)

I will learn how to french braid.

I will fund raise $850.00 to buy this bookshelf.

Okay, maybe not that one.  But seriously, isn't that the coolest bookshelf ever? 

Ever!

I'd take that chair too.  

I'm not kidding. The bookshelf really does cost $850.00.  

I guess I better sign off for now and go look for some change in the couch cushions.

Or, there's always the boys' piggy banks. 

--Sanz