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Memo Received and Here's One For You

Thank you. No really. Thank you. To the dozen or so people that pointed out to me that I'm pregnant while I was at work. I am so glad you told me. I was wondering what was going on. The update has been noted.

To the other customers who have commented on how large I am for having twelve weeks left? I've got a newsflash for ya:

Pregnant Women Get Bigger

Please make a mental note of that will you? Thanks.

I don't mind when people comment on my having a baby on the way. Lord knows I talk enough about it myself. It's just that you don't have to proclaim the news to me as though I wasn't aware of it. Oh and to the lady who was clearly dismayed that this is my third child: I don't need to hear you say "Oh, it's your third? Not as exciting right?" Sheesh, thanks. I'll send you the therapist's bill for her teen years.

I love you, dear customers of mine. As my father says, "Engage thy brain before they mouth".

Aaaaaaaaaaand I'm done.



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