Please meet my most patient friend, Reese:
This morning, I found out that our adoption meeting was being held this morning.
I did very well until 1:30 p.m. That was the time I had decided would be more than reasonable time to expect news.
Of course, that was really stupid of me, because that time came and went with nary a phone call or email.
So I called upon my good friend Reese. Patient, endearing and delectable. A great combo of traits for a friend, don't you think?
Sadly, Reese has lost a lot of weight these days. Down to a scant 1.1 oz from her previously voluptuous 10 oz.
Succumbing to societal pressure to be uber-thin, I suppose.
Somewhere in the house, I hear Reese's cousin, Easter Egg Reese's Cup, is visiting for the holidays. I hear the Mister "hid" her somewhere at Reese's request, because Reese wants my attention all for herself.
The Mister might be getting a phone call to put a stop to that nonsense once and for all.
Totally random side note:
I love Reese Peanut Butter Cup Easter Eggs. LOVE them. Which is why the Mister must hide them from me (at my request.) I love them so much and ate so darn many of them during my first pregnancy that I nearly named my newborn daughter Reese instead of Hatfield. So every time I hear of a child named Reese, I can't help but wonder.