Until later...
Off to spend the long weekend visiting the outlaws.
I have lots of long thoughtful posts brewing in the pipeline, but I am semi-forbidden to blog until I finish my autobiography. In the meantime I will leave you with this bit of snark.
Don't get me wrong.
I heart my pregnant friends.
And I understand that sometimes pregnant ladies have achey bellies, and this leads to public belly rubbing.
But pregnant lady ahead of me in the airport security line: was it really strictly necessary to crop your t-shirt to expose your little bump, which you were so considerately rubbing?
I have lots of long thoughtful posts brewing in the pipeline, but I am semi-forbidden to blog until I finish my autobiography. In the meantime I will leave you with this bit of snark.
Don't get me wrong.
I heart my pregnant friends.
And I understand that sometimes pregnant ladies have achey bellies, and this leads to public belly rubbing.
But pregnant lady ahead of me in the airport security line: was it really strictly necessary to crop your t-shirt to expose your little bump, which you were so considerately rubbing?
posted by art-sweet at 7:57 PM
3 Comments:
Seriously, it's at a point where it makes me want to vomit. It's like watching someone masturbate, but with none of the fun. Yech.
As Jen over at JenEx put it, she finally gets it: pregnant women rub their bellies because they're *there*. I know, though, it's hard to watch.
(Hey look! I used "their," "they're," and "there" all in one sentence!)
I hope you had a great weekend with the outlaws. I've been thinking of you!
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