My Christmas Present...  

Posted by Matt

...this year will be a little girl.

Molly Deborah Ford.

I'll never be able to afford a Lamborghini if I have to pay for TWO weddings.

Pray for my wife (a healthy pregnancy--we don't want another bed rest trimester).

Pray for my fetus to stay healthy and crawl out of that ole' womb there safe and sound.

Pray for Maggie that she'll know that her baby sister isn't supposed to be fed crayons, turpentine, and/or belly button lint.

Pray for me that I won't be entirely drowned in the pool of estrogen that will be my house...and that I won't have to destroy a future daughter's boyfriend.


I'll help you with the boyfriend...what good are uncles if they don't mess with the guys sniffing around?

Problem will be if one of them is Maverick, all though I'm sure I'll be ok messing with him too lol.

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