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Three (semi) Important Things

Today, I have learned Three Important Things.

  1. Nobody makes maternity slips.  Nobody at all.  So if you’re expecting and you’re trying to find out, just quit now because they do not exist.  I learned this the hard way after going to three stores this afternoon and then scouring the interwebs.
  2. Rather along those lines, finding a moderately attractive maternity bathing suit is like finding a four leaf clover in a field in Ireland: not an easy thing.  The last time I wore my regular bathing suit, both brothers laughed at me.  There was little to no chance I was going to be wearing it again any time soon, so today I went searching.  Everything contained either copious amounts of flowers (which Joey hates), looks like a tent, or is a pukey shade of green.  We wound up with a floral option, and Joey said he could tolerate it for the next few months.  He’s a champ.
  3. Skunks are legal to keep as pets in the state of Indiana.  I know this because this evening, I met someone who has a skunk for a pet.  This is fantastic.  Now I can revive my campaign to get a pet skunk!!!  Joey is dismayed.  I figure he’ll get over it in a year or two.

This is all I have learned.  I need to go to bed now before my exploding headache gets any worse.  So far I give the second trimester a B on not feeing like I’m going to throw up all the time, and an F on constant headaches.

I thought of something really funny but now I can’t remember it because of the headache (happens all the time, I’ll have something I want to post and then I forget it because my head hurts so bad; lame-o) so now I think I’ll just go to bed.

Goodnight and good luck.

He’s a sweet talker

A couple of years ago, Joey discovered that at Central Market, they’ll break their bags of rolls or hamburger buns into halves.  Occasionally, they’ll even give him only two.  So that’s became our SOP, we always just get as many as we need for the day since they don’t have any preservatives in them.

They get moldy fast.

Plus we don’t eat a lot of bread around here.

Sometimes when we go, he’ll be all, I’ll go get the cheese from Cheeseland (that’s what I call it) and you get the buns.

Every single time, the person behind the bakery shuts me down.  They’re like, um, NO we don’t split the packages.  WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?

So then I retreat with my tail between my legs and I slink back to Joey to tell him they wouldn’t give me just two buns.

Then he goes and tries and – bingo – he gets the buns.

Every.

Single.

Time.

Even today, when the guy behind the bakery counter was about as cranky as Scrooge the day before Christmas. Joey asked for two buns, and Mr. Bakery Man started mumbling about how he didn’t think he could do it, probably the best he could do was four.  MAYBE.

And then a couple seconds later he hands Joey a bag with two buns in it.

Unbelievable.

Joey has clearly got some skill that I lack, because Mr. Bakery Man would have shut me down faster than the FDIC boards up a failed bank.

So I’ve just taken to hiding behind the huge wheel of Parmesan they have displayed whenever Joey goes to try to finagle with the bakery employees.  It just seems safer that way, if you ask me.