Jiggly McFatty Fat
I was watching Jon and Kate Plus 8 the other day (either in spite of or because of the adultery rumors, I’m not sure which yet), and they were doing a classic episode reel. Honestly, those babies were so CUTE. What’s not so cute? The way Kate’s stomach looked after popping out 8 babies. It was like bread dough.
I almost barfed.
Then, for some reason I changed the channel. The show that was on the next channel? Something about freaking crazy plastic surgery. Again, I saw a woman with bread dough stomach.
I am never having children.
Okay that’s a lie, but I will not have 6 inside of me at once. I would then feel like a cat, and I am not a cat.
No no, I’m no cat.
Speaking of TV, I was flipping channels with Mike tonight after a TERRIBLE day at work, and guess what was on. ROOKIE OF THE YEAR!! Made me miss Chicago so effing bad. Give me some Cubbies!
Maybe I’ll call in sick to watch the game tomorrow. It’s on WGN.
Or maybe I’ll just quit my job. I’m all for getting the recession before it can get me. Go on the offensive, that’s my motto.
