Finally. After 17 days my girl is finally home, in Ontario, where she damn well belongs. Everyone missed her a ton.
Bub has been standing on his own pretty frequently the past few days. He said, what sounded like, "momom" three times yesterday. All when he was crying and I couldn't pick him up of course.
My friend is apparently giving her boyfriend's friend my number. I'm kind of hesitant after what happened last time, but I've got to believe it can't happen to me twice in this short amount of time. Plus I'll be a little more cautious and won't be giving anyone my debit card anymore.
It's unfortunate that new people kind of suffer because of the shit that's happened in the past, but what can you do. Live and learn, I suppose.