Well, i come to find out that having a large rugby ball draining the white life out of you every forty six minutes could have something to do with it. Not to mention changing diapers that smell like a pack of skunks exploded in a manure factory ten times a day doesn't help the situation any. And then having to still live your life and do the usual things like cook, clean, groom, pick ticks out of your mate's fur, you know, time has its way of flying by.
But i think she's doing a terrific job. I mean, someone's gotta raise my niece, and you definitely don't see me volunteering for the duty. Oh, no. I'm dodgein' this draft like Clinton in Vietnam. Brown was never my favorite color, and if i see one more boob, i think i'm going to be sick.
Good luck to ya, sis!