I was talking to my 86 year old grandma today and our conversation went something like this:
"Grandma, how are you doing?"
"Well, I'm getting clumsy. But then I think, so is Audrey."
What?!
My first thought was to defend myself.
I'm not getting clumsy!
But then I thought about it for a minute.
I've broken a glass, a bowl and a plate since I've been pregnant.
And yesterday I broke my hand mirror in my bathroom.
Uh oh, seven years of bad luck?
Funny thing is, after I broke the mirror, I stained one of my white shirts with marinara sauce.
Then today, I stained ANOTHER white shirt with balsamic vinegarette.
TWO stained white shirts in 24 hours.
I think I'm going to at least have seven bad years of ruining white shirts.
So I guess my grandmother is right.
I AM getting clumsy.
Thanks, pregnancy.
:)
"Grandma, how are you doing?"
"Well, I'm getting clumsy. But then I think, so is Audrey."
What?!
My first thought was to defend myself.
I'm not getting clumsy!
But then I thought about it for a minute.
I've broken a glass, a bowl and a plate since I've been pregnant.
And yesterday I broke my hand mirror in my bathroom.
Uh oh, seven years of bad luck?
Funny thing is, after I broke the mirror, I stained one of my white shirts with marinara sauce.
Then today, I stained ANOTHER white shirt with balsamic vinegarette.
TWO stained white shirts in 24 hours.
I think I'm going to at least have seven bad years of ruining white shirts.
So I guess my grandmother is right.
I AM getting clumsy.
Thanks, pregnancy.
:)