June 26
When Bill left on his business trip, the baby's room was pink.
When he got back, it was yellow.
He didn't see that one coming.
Which means there's a good chance he won't see the new crib sheets that don't have stupid pink bows on them coming, either…
June 27
How does he do it?
Seriously.
How does Mr. Shawn Spencer the Psychic do it?
How does he take one look at a suspect and immediately know whether or not they're guilty?
How does he solve a case I can't even touch with just one cursory glance at a file?
And how does he get under Carlton's skin without even saying a word?
And why does it always make me want to laugh when he does?
June 29
Bill still wants a pink room.
He's not caving on that.
I still don't want a pink room.
I'm not caving, either.
So, we're going with duckie wallpaper.
We both hate duckies.
And we both hate wallpaper.
June 30
I don't need to have this baby now.
After this week, I feel like I already have two of them.
Except it's worse than having two babies, because what I actually have is two grown men who can't be in the same room with each other for more than two seconds without snarking, bickering or fighting.
Honestly.
They're just two children who happen to have access to handcuffs and guns.
Carlton's too stubborn to admit that Shawn's single-handedly cracked at least five cases since he's been around and Shawn…apparently likes to push Carlton's buttons just for the fun of it.
And they both like to drag me into their stupid little territory dispute.
All I can say is they had better work this out soon because they're not the only ones with access to handcuffs and guns.
And I'm the one with the handcuff keys.