Like a freakin' duck!

Today's Cereal: FrankenBerry and Cheerios
Current Mood: Irritated at EVERYTHING

First of all, I am super-annoyed that for some reason my profile and links aren't showing up on my blog anymore. Is it just my computer, or can you all see them okay? I can't find any reason why this is happening; but we all know and love how "great" Blogger is.


So the weekend was pretty uneventful. After The Boy and I were sick all week, the Hubby finally got it, too. But I think the stench of throw up is finally clearing out of our house. The highlight of last week, aside from peeing myself while throwing up, was when we all finally felt good enough to go grocery shopping on Friday.

And then my husband told me, after watching me walk down the aisle, that I have started "waddling".

Great.

But speaking of the grocery store, I freakin' love mine. Sure, they don't always have the Lipton Asian Sidedishes that are so yummy (in a pre-packaged, boil-for-10-minutes-and-serve kind of way), and they started glazing the maple bars IN ADDITION TO the maple frosting (WTF? As if maple frosting isn't sweet enough?); but I love my grocery store because they have "Expectant Mother Parking". Right up front. No, RIGHT up front!

It kicks so much ass. Okay Seriously wrote a post about this some time ago, and I generally agreed with her. But now that I am at a point where it is obvious I'm pregnant (i.e., Waddling), I don't feel weird AT ALL about using these parking spots. In fact, I now get really pissed off if I see someone parking there who is A) Not pregnant, B) Less pregnant than me, or C) a man. (Watch it, man! Your beer gut is NOT a baby, no matter how much you nurse it!) The other day I gave the evil eye to a couple of women who parked there, but were questionably pregnant. (Either one of them might have been, but they were both ginormously fat so you wouldn't have known it anyways.) I stuck out my waddle-causing belly as far as it would go as I went past them, hoping that they would feel guilty for making me waddle 50 extra feet (Okay, so I'm pretty sensitive about the fact that I waddle! Cut me some slack!). They didn't appear to notice. No one who deserves it ever does.


So in other news, my Great-Aunt Becky is coming this week for nearly two weeks. I haven't seen her for just about two years now. It will be fun to see her. Although she will probably disapprove of many things that I am or am not doing. But that's what little old aunties are for, right?

I am also looking for ways to bring in more income (that don't include whoring myself out. Sorry). Maybe I will start charging to read palms. Yeah. E-mail me a scan of your palm and I will read it for you for 3 bucks.