|Sorry, my creepy looking son. It's timeout time for you.|
Aghast, I sought an escape from this doom: What will it take to not be a baby blog again?
There's nothing you can do.
What if I post 10 consecutive non-baby posts?
But you don't think I have what it takes.
No, and until you somehow manage, we'll be holding on to these...
To my horror, I discovered these besotted miscreants had somehow come into possession of my testicles, suspended in a briny liquid within a sealed mayonnaise jar.
So here we stand, McBoners. It appears that not even my triumph at Wimbledon the following day can help me get my mojo back. Thus ten baby-free posts are to follow. I hereby endeavor to have all qualifiers effaced from my good blogging name until this baby blog is, once more, merely a blog.