this is why you shouldn't fall asleep to Cheaters
So Colette and I went to some nice outdoor shopping area, presumably at the Outer Banks, and there was a lot of cultural and ecclectic stuff being sold outside on the first floor, and a lot of Greek stuff for some reason. Then we went upstairs to a salon owned by two gay men, and asked for pedicures. However, they had no O.P.I. nail polish (the importance of this has been drilled into my head thanks to Colette's beautician mother), which was just downright infuriating. Then all they did was remove the nail polish, and never finished with us, the nerve! So I got up in their face about it and the temper came out. We left, wearing the silly little flip flops they give us.
I suppose this is what happens after you accompany your roommate to get her nails done and read People Magazine instead.
I looked down at my belly, and it was much bigger than usual. Do I need to do situps that badly? No, I'm five months pregnant, and I haven't told anyone yet. No, they won't throw a baby shower for me at work since I'm not married. Yeah, it's too late for an abortion, especially since I told myself that was one thing I wouldn't ever do. I guess they'll find out eventually... but how do I tell my parents. And what about childcare? I guess I'll have to go get those cute shirts, too. And we're in some strange beach house, and the was is coming up close, already up to the stairs. The lightening looks like it's coming up from the ground there's so much of it. Stephanie grabbed us all by the hand for something like crack the whip in the rain, down the water covered stairs, trudged throw what used to be the road, and down to the beach. All the while I'm wondering if this is ok for the baby?
Then I woke up, looked down, and was very grateful that the only thing there was my slightly pudgy belly. Also what happens when you're throwing baby showers at work all the time, and then falling asleep to shows about cheating spouses and babies. Apparently, I need to start watching movies before bed... about anything but babies. And uh, avoid nail salons? Hmph.
I suppose this is what happens after you accompany your roommate to get her nails done and read People Magazine instead.
I looked down at my belly, and it was much bigger than usual. Do I need to do situps that badly? No, I'm five months pregnant, and I haven't told anyone yet. No, they won't throw a baby shower for me at work since I'm not married. Yeah, it's too late for an abortion, especially since I told myself that was one thing I wouldn't ever do. I guess they'll find out eventually... but how do I tell my parents. And what about childcare? I guess I'll have to go get those cute shirts, too. And we're in some strange beach house, and the was is coming up close, already up to the stairs. The lightening looks like it's coming up from the ground there's so much of it. Stephanie grabbed us all by the hand for something like crack the whip in the rain, down the water covered stairs, trudged throw what used to be the road, and down to the beach. All the while I'm wondering if this is ok for the baby?
Then I woke up, looked down, and was very grateful that the only thing there was my slightly pudgy belly. Also what happens when you're throwing baby showers at work all the time, and then falling asleep to shows about cheating spouses and babies. Apparently, I need to start watching movies before bed... about anything but babies. And uh, avoid nail salons? Hmph.