Our DSL is not working again. The company swears they’ll send another tech out this week to see what the heck is wrong. I’m not holding my breath…
The pictures of my belly are still not worthy of posting anyway. I was going to post this great photo I found of two of my best friends pretending to be pregnant, taken back in the summer of 1990. They used a watermelon and a beach ball and put them under their shirts, and posed with beatific mother-to-be smiles. I think we were drunk. As I recall, we were dipping popsicles in vodka and eating them that way. Now one of them has a 2-year-old and the other is nine weeks pregnant with her first baby.
Today I almost had a temper tantrum over Subway’s broccoli and cheese soup. I had to have it. Just had to. Since we’re working so furiously to meet reality tv deadlines, my boss had a production assistant run out to pick up lunch. I had already called around town to see which Subway had the specific soup today. But the P.A. went to the wrong Subway, and called here to tell us there was no broccoli and cheese soup. When I heard that news, I felt myself teetering on the edge of crying and strangling someone. Thank goodness I held it in. I bravely left the office and went to the right Subway to get the soup myself. I got two orders. It was worth it.
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