So…I got hit on today at Wal Mart. Yeah. Where else are you going to find some crazy- desperate guy that totally ignores the fact that you’re PREGNANT to come talk to you? I’m just walking to my car, with my Wal Mart sack. And this guy comes up to me in the parking lot and says, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” and I’m polite to say,”Fine, thanks.” and keep walking. So he follows me with this eyes for a minute, then is all of a sudden right behind me. “I’m Mark” he says. I reply, “well, it’s nice to meet you, Mark” and then I get in my car and leave him standing in the empty parking space. Wow, that is the LAST time I forget my wedding ring on the way out the door. Gross, who wants play from a pregnant chick? With all my aches and pains and maternity pants and impeding labor and child…guess he thought I must have looked pretty hot to take one look at me and my belly and think, “Yeah, she’s worth it” Hahahaha. Just another reason I hate Wal Mart. Desperation meets creepy.
PS I had to add this: On the way home, Gracie said, “Hey, know what? My name is Earl.” Hahahaha! Guess we watch too much TV.
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