Years ago, during my waitress-ing days, I specifically remember an incident where I had dropped something (a ramekin perhaps?) and a coworker jokingly asked if I was pregnant. It would've been very Jamie Lynn Spears of me at that time so the answer was of course, no I am not. This coworker went on to explain, quite simply, that pregnant women drop stuff.
That bit of wisdom has stuck with me through the years, but it was not until just this week that it took on a whole new meaning.
Monday morning I dropped the bar of soap in the shower so many times that I gave up.
On Tuesday I dropped my glasses, a bottle of water (capped), a book, and my keys (repeatedly).
On Wednesday I dropped my glasses again, a food covered fork, and an empty plate (causing the plate to break, but with no audience there was no "OOPAH")
I think eventually I'll just stop picking everything back up.
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Kristen- this is hilarious! keep up the good work, this blog keeps me entertained day after day. i anxiously await all of your entries! and you look awesome with your baby bump!!
Hmm... I 'll bet it's a hormone thing. When I waitressed, I never broke dishes except at certain times of the month.
And yes, I second Mariana's comment -- your blog is great!
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