So, Shan's at my house, and we're talking on my bed, having another one of our "fireside chats". Suddenly, amidst concerted conversation, she interrupts me: "Hey, J, sweetie, I hate to interrupt you, but I am reallly reaaallly hungry. Do you have something I could eat?" Immediately I jump up, (ok, fine, after I finish my riveting tale of lies and deception- haha), and go to the kitchen, arranging for her a generous plate of pot roast, spaghetti, and salad. After dining, we go out onto the balcony, and watch the sunset:
it's pretty rad.
As we sit and watch the dizzying array of colors mishmashed into one spectacular scene of hues, I notice her increasingly descending slump. "Shannon, whatever could be the matter?" "Ooooh," she answers. "I think I've done it again!"
We think that for a moment, she could be preggers. Here is mother and "child".
"I must lay down," she declares. And so she does, her body groaning in travail. (Wow, that was some plate of spaghetti!)
Behold: The Look of a Woman in Pain
An hour later, I return, to find a passed-out Shannon! buahhahahahahah!!!!!
2 comments:
Wow. This is a little too accurate. I have lost all my mystique.
WTF???!?!?
Ummm...and for the record, while this may be accurate, let me just say that my stomach is going through a weird phase right now. There has never been a day in my life where I have not been able to finish a plate of spaghetti. Also, it must be said that that dress is a preggers dress anyway, and that my "food baby" is simply an optical illusion. Yeah, that`s what I said.
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