Sometimes I think I'm hilariously funny. And I crack myself up.
Case in point. A girlfriend recently sent out an email about planning a recurring girl's weekend.
I knew that Certain People were going to be included. Certain Person who talks incessantly about breastfeeding and pumping.
Which honestly, is something I just don't care about. And I really don't want to hear about. I especially don't care to walk past a bedroom and hear the whoosh, whoosh of a pump sucking milk out of another woman's boobs.
Anyone else out there just shudder?
Cause I think I just got a little sick in my mouth thinking of it, y'all.
Back to the story.
I've been on a trip with this Certain Person.
Not fun. Not even remotely fun.
Everything is about her. And her pregnancies. And how little her babies were.
But you know, if you actually ATE while you were pregnant instead of trying to stay sickly skinny, they probably wouldn't be tiny.
I mean, really - she just doesn't eat. EVER.
So, when my friend sent out the email, she said that we could include other people, as long as they're fun.
My response?
"You said fun and I thought fist pumping (Jersey Shore style), not breast pumping!"
And I've proceeded to laugh about this for days.
Happy Saturday, y'all!
Case in point. A girlfriend recently sent out an email about planning a recurring girl's weekend.
I knew that Certain People were going to be included. Certain Person who talks incessantly about breastfeeding and pumping.
Which honestly, is something I just don't care about. And I really don't want to hear about. I especially don't care to walk past a bedroom and hear the whoosh, whoosh of a pump sucking milk out of another woman's boobs.
Anyone else out there just shudder?
Cause I think I just got a little sick in my mouth thinking of it, y'all.
Back to the story.
I've been on a trip with this Certain Person.
Not fun. Not even remotely fun.
Everything is about her. And her pregnancies. And how little her babies were.
But you know, if you actually ATE while you were pregnant instead of trying to stay sickly skinny, they probably wouldn't be tiny.
I mean, really - she just doesn't eat. EVER.
So, when my friend sent out the email, she said that we could include other people, as long as they're fun.
My response?
"You said fun and I thought fist pumping (Jersey Shore style), not breast pumping!"
And I've proceeded to laugh about this for days.
Happy Saturday, y'all!
