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Staying Ahead Of The Game

That's what my husband pretty much said when I wondered out loud how much larger I was going to get.

He's of the thinking that the belly is there going "Welp, we know how big we have to get, might as well just get there already". Doesn't really make one feel less of a beached whale though ya know? Especially since I had just eaten a burger, fries and corndog bites. Yummy. It's ok though, he made me laugh.

There must have been a memo put out to say things that make me laugh.

My son told me today, all serious and softly, that he had a rainbow in his pocket just for me. Oh and he's going to love me in my heart for 10, 450 thousand hundred days.

My niece was undressing her harem of princesses the other night. When asked why, she replied that she was checking to see if they had nipples*. Ok then. Carry on.

I have not peed myself but I feel as though it could happen any day with these yayhoos around. I'll let ya know if I do. You knew that though.

*they don't


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