Thursday, September 23, 2010
So here's a funny story for ya. A couple weeks ago I'm in Target with the baby and a woman approaches me. She's asking me how old Griffy is, what his name is etc. She has a baby with her not much older than mine plus a whole gaggle of kids following her. I say to her.."Wow, and you're having another". She said no and walked away. Crap. I could not get out of that store fast enough. I SWEAR, in my own defense, this woman looked 9 months pregnant. I felt like crap the rest of the day. Here comes the funny part in this story...or at least you'll think so..I'm still in tears. After a VERY trying morning..I go to Target (yes, I know, again...the same store no less. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson)...and I'm starting to feel better. Found a cute Halloween costume for Griffin..some cute Frye boot knockoffs for me..drinking my Pumpkin Spice latte from Starbucks..my day is looking up! I go to checkout and the cashier boy is over the top friendly... asking me how my day was...chatting with Griffy...blah blah blah. Are you ready for this? He says to me..." Is this your first GRANDCHILD?" I literally froze. And then I looked at him and said.."Dude, I'm Forty freakin two..not 62." And I left. In tears. And then I started laughing. Pay back.
* I have to add...that when I said to the "non-pregnant" woman.."wow, you're having more"..I said it like.."wow, you're so lucky..I wish I was having more"....