I'm sorry, hot husband, you may want to stop reading so I don't embarrass myself...
But the ridonc-u-lous-ly smokin' neonatologist spent quite a bit of time at the nurse's station today. And it wasn't my birthday. Or even my half birthday. And he showed me a picture of his Weimaraner.
FINE. He showed it to everyone (but I saw it first).
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I'm eating my heart out ova' here! I'm crashing that new Dad's group he's leading, by the way.
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