Johnny Cash once sang about Billy Joe getting restless on the farm. I feel Billy Joe's pain, even if I want to take my self to town, instead of my guns. I've been stewing in mom's juices for nine months and I'm ready to be done. The weather outside is starting to get warm, which makes my home downright toasty.
But enough about my current home...let's talk about my future home! All the showers have happened and I made out like a bandit. I believe I have just about everything I need and if I don't, the parents can pick it up at Target, which is fast becoming my favorite place ever. Yes sir, everything's working out Jim Dandy. I think my favorite gift was a stuffed fox named Cordy Roy from my aunt (not my aunt) Brittany. I included a picture of my new friend below.
With my bachelor pad filling out nicely, I just need to break out of this place and Bob's your uncle! But will I have a name by then? Mom and the tall man are fairly certain (95% maybe) that they have the final name picked out but they're not telling anyone, not even the final choices. I just hope it helps me stand out. I don't want to be lost in the shuffle with every other Tom, Dick and Harry. I know a lot of you are wondering what my name is too. Well, I can't tell you, but I can give you clues. I have included a form of both my first and middle name in this blog somewhere. You can be a regular Perry Mason.
*So the doctors say. A lot of my baby friends got out early for good behavior. You know: Luke, Parker, Owen, Chase.
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