In unrelated news, they canceled my bra-making class and refunded my money. I am bummed. I was looking forward to exercising my sewing-fu.
Natter 39 and Holding
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Aw, don't panic, Jesse. Borrow my zen.
Hey, I wasn't panicking two years ago.
Are you calling me a youngster, missy?
eta: (I've actually had a jump on this conversation, in that back when I was in my teens, I was warned I might have serious problems getting knocked up. A lot of those concerns have faded, but I sort of accepted I wouldn't be ABLE to have kids by my early 20s. Which makes won't versus can't less of an issue.)
I realized how hermitty I've been in my office when a passing acquaintance-- whose office I pass by daily and to whom I'd spoken (in the dark) the night before-- walked by me Thursday and shocked me by being five months pregnant, and bigly so. My brain was all, "how did I have no idea? But maybe she's not...should I even ask? How can I not! She's huge!"
That's hilarious, bon.
Are you calling me a youngster, missy?
Nah, just younger than me.
Bibbity boopity boo keeps going through my head, and I can't figure out why.
Not by much, missy!
I think I go to bed. I hope so, at least.
She didn't look as large in the other pics taken that day, FWIW. I also don't think that's her navel, based on all the shots of the shirt I've seen, but she looks closer to 16 weeks than 12.
Famous navels? Makes my sites look perfectly mundane. But I'm not doing men in suits/hairy men/men with facial hair/men without shirts like people ask.
I am old. Too old. Some krav people are going to fight on MTV, and they only want folk under 30. I'm pissed. It would be a lark. Plus I'd bleed, and there'd be trauma. Instead, I get treated to a round of "ita's how old???" which ... well, gets old.
Don't you figure the MTV thing is about image? You could pass.