I stopped in to get a hot cup o' joe and my local coffee spot the other day, and while I was chatting with the barista/owner, an older guy sitting at one of the tables compliments my fabulous engagement ring.
Strange Dude: That's a really sparkly ring.
Me: Thanks. I like it.
SD: Looks a lot like the one I gave my girlfriend last week, the one that she gave back to me.
Me: *Giggles nervously*
The conversation spiraled downward from there, and I soon found out things they'd only shared with their therapist (which I also heard all about).
One more reason perhaps I should give up coffee?
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Public servant = no ears?
So I'm sitting at work today, hanging out at the reference desk, and all is fairly quiet. Usually, there's the sound of kids shrieking, but it's oddly silent, except for these two moms who are sitting at one of the little mini-tables, loudly discussing the ins and outs of their sex lives. Graphically.
Because even though I'm three feet away, I have no ears.
Because even though I'm three feet away, I have no ears.
Monday, June 1, 2009
If I wanted to hear the pitter-patter of little feet...
I'd hire a dwarf to tap dance in my kitchen.
Seriously. The hubbs and I are nearing the 1-year mark, and I still haven't figured out the best response to the "when are you guys going to have children?" question.
Normally, I'll demurely smile, bat my eyes and reply, "When it becomes socially acceptable for me to leave the little hellspawn in a crate while I am at work."
That typically ends the conversation pretty quickly.
Not that I have anything against kids. I mean, geez, I work around them all day long. Usually, I don't end up wanting to punch them in the face. Nor do I harbor any ill-will to people who have had children. I mean, my parents did, and I'm pretty glad of that.
But there are some folks who just assume you can't wait to start poppin' 'em out as soon as the ring is on your finger. And to them I say: Eff that. I would much rather spend my money on shoes and fancy coffee beverages than diapers and formula, and old-ladyish as my cardigans are, I'd really rather they not be covered in baby regurgitation.
So to answer their question, we will have a child when the Hubbs can carry it, nourish it, and most importantly, deliver it. As soon as we win the lottery and can hire a full-time nursery staff. As soon as infants start being born potty trained. As soon I can trade a baby for Manolos. As soon as they make babies with "off" buttons, and as soon as I stop wanting to throw wadded up balls of wrapping paper at ever gurgling babe I see.
Seriously. The hubbs and I are nearing the 1-year mark, and I still haven't figured out the best response to the "when are you guys going to have children?" question.
Normally, I'll demurely smile, bat my eyes and reply, "When it becomes socially acceptable for me to leave the little hellspawn in a crate while I am at work."
That typically ends the conversation pretty quickly.
Not that I have anything against kids. I mean, geez, I work around them all day long. Usually, I don't end up wanting to punch them in the face. Nor do I harbor any ill-will to people who have had children. I mean, my parents did, and I'm pretty glad of that.
But there are some folks who just assume you can't wait to start poppin' 'em out as soon as the ring is on your finger. And to them I say: Eff that. I would much rather spend my money on shoes and fancy coffee beverages than diapers and formula, and old-ladyish as my cardigans are, I'd really rather they not be covered in baby regurgitation.
So to answer their question, we will have a child when the Hubbs can carry it, nourish it, and most importantly, deliver it. As soon as we win the lottery and can hire a full-time nursery staff. As soon as infants start being born potty trained. As soon I can trade a baby for Manolos. As soon as they make babies with "off" buttons, and as soon as I stop wanting to throw wadded up balls of wrapping paper at ever gurgling babe I see.
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