So Mimi hosted her hubbys 30th the other night. The love filled occasion went smoothly without too much to chit chat about, hence the blogosphere is left twittering shit about the potential litter she's growing.
Bun in the oven? Tadpoles found their way upstream? rubbed your gennys together 9 months ago? Reproducing much?
Scientists, Biologists, Mathematicians, Astrologers; we're all reading the shady 'cover da hump' body language and getting excited for an infant with cheeks like tennis balls (from Mum).
Plz Mimi tell us your gonna shoot one out sometime, and don't forget to call it Glitter, Lavender, Fantasy and/or Lamb.