For those of you who didn't know already, Jeff and I have an older "child," Gunner. This cat child of ours has a long history with me and now Jeff has become his legal guardian as well by marriage. I adopted Gunner when he was just born, probably only a couple of weeks old the summer before I started pharmacy school in 1999. So, as you could probably guess, we have been through a lot together...two declawing incidents (don't ask), many nights of studying, a few moves including one from Amarillo to big D, more nights of stress and studying, many occasions with 2 unnamed weenie dogs, an engagement, finally a graduation, a night-before-the-wedding disappearance (again don't ask, too traumatic), a marriage that he definately had to adapt to (think cat urine and Jeff's clothes), and obviously the list could go on and on. Anyways, all of this to say...imagine my horrified reaction when I was talking to my sweet grandmother on the phone the other night, gingerly climbing up on the couch to close the blinds in our living room (don't go there visually as I am almost 8.5 months prego) and I see this...that, my friends would be our pack n' play...
