More Beans, Please....

Like I always say; follow a dreary blog post with a positive one, right? Hopefully that keeps my blog readers a comin' back!

So, here you go. My poor overworked, underpaid, under appreciated husband Tom (just kidding Tom) seems to be slowly losing his mind during this whole pregnancy (illustrated in this picture I took-- notice the fine lines in his forehead). Unfortunately, he can't blame it on pregnancy hormones, either.

Tom is juggling a million things right now, which include trying to wait on me hand and foot while I'm out of commission on bed rest. He must also tend to my darling doggies, Rosalie and Remmington.

So finally, on to the funny part; first of all, my dogs LOVE their food. In fact, they inhale it like ant eaters! While visiting the other day, my mom noticed they hadn't touched their food and asked me what was going on. My mom and I closely examined what was in their doggie bowls. Well, it looked kinda like dog food, but smelled a little weird. Hmmm.... Turns out Tom didn't feed them a can of their dog food, but rather, a can of re fried beans! Yikes! I was waiting for my precious pooches to explode or at the very least, contaminate the air we breathe. So far, so good. Hey, who ever said pregnancy doesn't take its toll on men, too!