I'd suggest you visit the corner store, but that's where the gun-totin' women hang out.
Also they closed half an hour ago. Which is the only thing keeping me from going there. I should likely give more weight to the gun-toting robbers but against chocolate? Well chocolate wins. We hope.
This reminds me, Bec is researching ways to check the sex of your baby (prior to birth) for a baby shower she's going to. One of them is that if you're craving chocolate, you're carrying a girl. (Apparently Bec's been carrying a girl for the last ten years.)
I'm 34 years pregnant? Huh.
I wonder if there's another store open. That I can go to in my jammie pants without being mocked.
This reminds me, Bec is researching ways to check the sex of your baby (prior to birth) for a baby shower she's going to. One of them is that if you're craving chocolate, you're carrying a girl.
Ways to check? How about an ultrasound? Or an amnio. The rest all strike me as a bit on the old wives' tip.
I craved chocolate like a fiend when I was carrying Isaac.
Or shot!
Or shot, and then mocked while you lie there bleeding. Because the snappy comeback is such an ask then.
Ways to check? How about an ultrasound? Or an amnio. The rest all strike me as a bit on the old wives' tip.
Well, yeah, that's kind of the point.
Or shot, and then mocked while you lie there bleeding.
Is this the death or chocolate thing?
Is this the death or chocolate thing?
Wasn't it death or cake? Wait, cake or death. That's the one.
"Let them eat death" probably would have gone over just as well for Marie Antoinette.