am I the only person in the world who isn't either a.) pregnant or b.) the mother to a rowdy bunch of ankle biters? Seems like every where I look somebody is rubbing their giant baby bump or nursing their little bundle of joy, or telling their adorable (and sticky) three year old to "choose your words".
Have you noticed, when you want something REALLY bad, everybody else already has it? While you're waiting, semi-patiently for your new prize to come out of lay-away, everyone else is parading it around? But my "prize" isn't even in lay-away, it's in that magical store that I don't have a club card for.
I have spent so much money for items I'm just going to pee on. Each one with a big fat negative. And when I see that dreadful negative, I want to throw the EPT across the bathroom, with all of my might... as if getting peed on wasn't the worse punishment for it.
