Sunday, May 14, 2006

 

A New Low

Today when I was coming back from brunch my neighbor, a little old lady who likes to know the comings and goings of her neighbors, got all excited and pointed and starting saying "Baby? Baby?" The Roommate for Life and I were confused and started looking around for a baby. Then she got up off her stoop and walked towards me, still pointing, and asked "Baby? You're having a baby?"

Uh, no. That would be my, apparently, huge, fat, bloated stomach.

We just laughed it off and I told her it was just the pants I was wearing which were folded up underneath my shirt.

Yeah...that felt good. Not.

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