The Summer of Babies

Two years ago was The Summer of Weddings. Now, apparently, all of those couples have had time to appropriately (or inappropriately, what the hell do I know) procreate and we are now entering The Summer of Babies.

HOLY SHIT.

I am frightened. Despite the fact that there is nothing cuter to purchase in this entire world than a onesie, I am very very afraid. Which is probably why I am making out in dark bars with ambiguous guys who don't even have real names. More on that later (when you call). I am warding off babies with a steady diet of drunken text messages and cheap beer. Considering the last guy I brought home was on holiday from Ireland, I would say it's working rather well.

xoxoxoBon