I have made an important decision, for when I am eventually pregnant with LB's maniac babies. Whenever I'm in public, and a well-meaning stranger looks at my belly, smiles, and asks me, "What are you having?" I am simply going to reply, "Kittens."
Love notes, four-letter words, invitations to write for your esteemed publication, and invitations to sparkling gala events should be directed to my people at gracethoreau@gmail.com.
I'm a twentysomethingish paralegal, married to an attorney, Lawyer Boy. No, I'm not his paralegal--but that would be pretty sweet. Yup. Why? Because then if he said something like, "I'd like this on my desk by 5," I could say, "Do you want that, or do you want dinner tonight?" Power in the office would be way more awesome than what I have at the office now, which is highly-restricted internet access.
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Three things:
1) This is why I love you.
2) What caused this decision to come about?
3) The word verification for this comment is "brastes" ... which seems a bit overkill. I mean, why wear pasties if you've also got a bra on? Srsly.
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