One Disgruntled, 3 Fun.

1. My head feels 'splody. I had something to write for this number...and it was really important. And I needed to share it. I think it got pushed out to make room for the massive brain tumor that is roosting in my head right now. (Okay Drama Queen, I can stop exaggerating now...but it does really hurt quite badly.)

Damn. I had a feeling that what I was going to say was all bitchy and disgruntled too.

Hey, I remember now. I was going to say that the next person that tells me I should "ELOPE" is getting a good swift kick in the groin. Alternately, a punch in the face (not a sissy little girl slap, a full on punch) can be substituted at the opponent's discretion. Look, you're NOT the first person to think of this idea. Telling me I should "ELOPE" and then giggling madly when you've already had your big fancy wedding is NOT original. Nor is it particularly cute or helpful. Not at all. If I wanted to ELOPE I wouldn't be frantically planning a wedding. I'm not the type of person to waffle over such things k? K.

( Okay, and the 3 fun )

What's Worse?

What's worse?

People thinking you're pregnant when you're not?

OR

Being (significantly) pregnant and no one noticing?

(This is NOT in regards to me, by the way. Rather, an old co-worker who came in for an hour today. "I'm pregnant again!" Oh Really? How far along are you? "Eight months!" NO! Really? For real?)