Mil and I drove down to the curb market on Yanceyville St. today. Al Gore would have frowned upon us if he knew we only lived a couple blocks away and drove, but Millie would leave her "carbon footprint" on my butt if I made her walk down there in "this heat!" (direct quote)
While walking the aisles . . .
Old guy to Millie: "Want a watermelon?"
Millie to Old Guy: "Already got one right here" (points to belly)
Old guy to Millie: (apparently having not noticed the huge 8.5 month belly) "Oh wow, you do don't you? When's it going to be ripe?"
Millie to Old Guy: "About two and a half weeks"
Then we walked out and there was a band playing and there were some tents set up. I think it was farmer appreciation day. Great Harvest Bread Co. was out there giving away rolls. The guy offered us one then said "Hey, you're pregnant, take a whole loaf." We came back and fixed up PB&Js to die for . . . well, maybe not to die for, but they were really good. Mmmmm.
2 comments:
people really are nice to you when you're pregnant. So are EMTs, I hear, so you probably could hike down there next Saturday; what's the worst that could happen? Love, Peeps
it doesn't get much better than a free loaf of bread...pregnancy does have its perks!
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