I discovered something amazing today.
I discovered that I have the mother of all excuses for EVERYTHING.
I woke up this morning starving. I had a really good breakfast of toast, yogurt, an apple, an orange. A little while later, I had this unbearable craving for birthday cake and ice cream. So after a trip to Target to purchase some movies and some cherry sours (something else I'm craving), I went to Kroger to buy something for dinner (since Jennifer is coming over), and some cake.
When I was at the bakery, I chose the cake that I wanted, and the lady asked if I wanted anything on it. I said no. I mean, it's not for any special occasion, so writing isn't necessary. Then, she asked again, "Are you sure you don't want anything written on it?" So, I just told her the truth:
"I'm pregnant, and I just want some birthday cake."
She immediately laughed and said, "Oh, I understand! Here's your cake! Have a nice day!"
Now, understand that I've bought plenty of birthday cakes for no reason other than I wanted to shove it in my face, but NOW apparently I have a socially acceptable reason to over-indulge!
When I went to check out, I had the misfortune of being in front of one of those people who obviously think that their purchase is more important than yours, and they stand thisclose to you through the whole check-out process because not only do they not understand the concept of personal space, but they're pissed off because they have to stand in line behind YOU, and COULD YOU PLEASE JUST HURRY UP?!
It took everything I had not to turn around, look this middle-aged dude in the face (I would have been about 2 inches from him!), and say, "Excuse me sir, but I'm pregnant. I've feeling very ill right now and I'm about to hurl my breakfast all over you and your groceries. Could you please step back about 3 feet and give me some space? I would hate to blow chunks all over you. While it won't bother me at all because I'm too worried about raising this baby alone, it will probably be very unpleasant for you. Thanks."
I have to learn how to control it. I wouldn't want to turn into Pregzilla. :)
4 comments:
I think you should be able to say that to the guy behind you in the grocery store line whether you're pregnant or not. I hate those people!
I don't think you even had to tell that cake lady that you were pregnant! Plenty of people buy cakes w/o getting something written on them... She asked-you said no- that should have been the end of it! Pushy cake bitch!! :)
That cake is more than halfway gone right now.
If it were in THIS house, it'd BE gone! :)
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