I got a flat tire.
Someone asked me if I was pregnant. "No? Oh, it's just all in your belly!"
And George slapped me clean across the face.
This week was better. I was accepted into a program that will, I hope, catapult my career far and forward. I won a spelling bee. And I might look less pregnant. By like, a pound.
2 comments:
*hug* if i were near you, i'd suggest that we go thrifting. and then i'd buy you a margarita. or three. best of luck with this program! is it through the library you work with?
a pound is MAYJ. are you still at the same library?
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