late

on Sunday, November 29, 2009
fridge
I forgot to arrange a sitter, so I sent him without me. Part of me wanted to go, but I was afraid I'd have nothing to say to them. I didn't realize he was going to come home so late and so hungry.

6 comments:

  1. When you said, "Late," I thought that you might be preg. But then you'd be the one raiding the kitchen at night.
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  2. Not possible, my dear, unless 9 months from now, out pops a baby that looks just like the milk man.
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  3. What's this? You're having an affair with the milk man?
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  4. It does seem a little different, doesn't it? Coming home and raiding the fridge post-party just doesn't have the munchy oomph it used to in our house;)

    And we're about to join the ranks of the "she can only get knocked up by the UPS man/cableman/mailman/etc." yikes. Wait, was that too much information, considering that photo has nothing to do with pregnancy....except for the part that you forgot to get a sitter (and if it were me, the "I had nothing really to say to them" part too-- post-motherhood created a hole in the brain where mindless chit-chat with folks I don't care much about used to exist.
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  5. @linny do milkmen even exist anymore?
    @kate you slay me. and there is no such thing as too much information, we are women.
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  6. I don't believe there's any such thing as a milk man anymore. But if there's such a thing as a "perfect match", you & John are it.
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