10.21.04 :: 1:29 pm
Dear Baby Jesus, if you ever decide to smite me with a fetus latching onto my womb, please have the decency to at least keep me from TALKING ABOUT IT ALL THE DAMNED TIME. She's like a Stepford Wife except jacked up to eleventy. I know so much about her pregnancy and her equally abysmally boring husband, that I can write a thesis and do a dissertation. The only consolation is that she hasn't magically transformed into one of those pretty, "glowy" pregnant ladies. I hope they give me her office when she leaves. |