What hurts more than the sad truth? Correcting ignorant probably-meaning-well-none-of-their-business-in-the-first-place shall-we-call-them-people who are on the back end of a skinner storie. Our cleaner at the lab commented on my tummy this morning – along the lines of it’s pushing out already.
Problem is that she is skinny – super skinny after 3 kids. So already I’m trying to be nice… it doesn’t come naturally to me. I was born grumpy. So I tell her, no, I’m not pregnant, just fat. She walked off.
I did manage to have some gin in my dry lemon though.