At this point in time, Mary was probably thinking:
"Stop kicking me in the ribs, kid...only a few more days and I'm pushing you out, even if you aren't ready...how am I going to get rid of all baby-weight I've gained...stupid uncomfortable donkey...if only I could get a mayonaise, pickle and peanut butter sandwich...better yet, how about stupid, uncomfortable, non-airbag equipped, can't get a decent radio station to save your life, donkey sandwiches...that damn-fool husband of mine better not be trying to skimp on our hotel room and he better NOT hope he is watching the game this Sunday...I need a foot rub...I sure hope your head is round...I can't believe Joseph thinks the kid's name should be Clarence, men are so dumb...Where are we anyway...why doesn't he stop and ask for directions?...Isn't this Cleveland?...men NEVER ask for directions because they know EVERYTHING...I swear, this is going to be a formula baby...ouch!! stop kicking me...
Come on!! You KNOW she was...
2006-12-15
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