I have this little issue. Its a teeny-tiny, itty-bitty issue. In fact, its almost inconsequential, except for the fact that our whole lives are hinging on it.
I have those stupid little pills that are constantly being popped out of the package and sucked up by the shag carpet that came with this townhouse. The fact that they are so tiny is quite convenient because I don't have to down a gallon of milk in order to keep it down, but it also means one very sad thing:
No baby for Ben & Angelie.
Which makes me sad and relieved all at the same time.