The setting: my kitchen this morning - I'm getting breakfast for the girls and Chad is pouring coffee for himself.
Chad: You know honey, you're looking kind of big.
Me: I know, but could you just not mention it? I mean, I realize I'm pregnant and this is normal and everything... but, you know, even people who really should not make a comment at all feel like they can say something, so I'd really rather not have you say anything about it, okay?
Chad: I know honey, but I live with you and I was just wondering....
Me: What?
Chad: Well, if you have four more months to go.... are you going to need a cane to walk by the end?!
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LOL! Love it. Jonathan's comment is, "Sweetie- your'e lookin pretty round! Good job!" haha ...like I have any choice in the matter.
Only one question . . . how badly did you hurt him??
maybe he would need a cane to walk after you threw the toaster at his head....
This is where it turns out that I'm the perfect match for Chad because, to tell you the truth, I thought it was hilarious!
You finding that funny doesn't surprise me at all! Miss you!
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