Pregnant woman in far-too-large maternity clothing, clicking desperately & screaming profanity regarding broken locks at large red Envoy in Brueggar’s Bagels parking lot, only to slap herself on the forehead & perform a walk of shame to her much smaller, less red convertible.
True story.
and while I was screaming, “YOU DIRTY DONKEY-EFFING CAR” while simultaneously stuffing a bagel into my cheeks, I didn’t realize that I was at the wrong car. At a car that looks nothing like my car. With language that could flay the hide off a rabid warthog.
::shakes head sadly::
oh, and Angelie Jolie, if you’re reading this — my maternity shirts are big enough that I could smuggle a child or two out of a 3rd world country for you, free of adoption fees.


Spring has sprung!


