Good Morning, 33 Weeks.

Yes, thank you, good morning Puppy. No, I didn't want to sleep in. Yes, I'd much rather commence my 33rd week by hauling my round ass downstairs and letting you out two hours before my alarm. No, you're right, you are the first baby, and you get to go out when you want to. Yes, I know, I love you the mostest. Yes, a little bit more than L maybe. Yes. Okay. Say hello to the garden rabbit for me. Tell him I love him, too.