So, Shepherd is in his crib, and is supposed to be napping, but instead, is talking to the little animals that hang from his mobile. So this entry probably won't be long.
A quote from an e-mail I sent Forrest this morning:
"Anyways, I got the toilet seats (um, they're real toilet seats, not the cheap-o plastic crap ones that the apartment people would put in to replace the cheap-o ones we broke (we'll take them with us, I promise... HA! Take our toilet seats with us when we move, that's funny! and kinda gross)"
Yes, our toilet seats were broken. Broken? You say. Yes, broken. And not because we're really heavy and broke them like that, but because they are really crappy toilet seats (hmmm... there's probably a better way to say that without sounding like I never clean). So yeah... old seats out!
New seats in!!!
Am I weird to be excited about good, quality toilet seats???