Dear Donna:
Unless you want to suffer like you did last night and then again this morning, this is your official notice that you can no longer drink beer. Especially wheat beer. Dumbass.
Love,
Your Gastro Group
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I had dinner with the lovely and getting-bigger-by-the-minute Statia last night. She is funny. Damn funny. So damn funny it's a bit of a struggle just to keep up and even be in the same ballpark when it comes to funny. If you ever talk to her, ask her to do her dogs' voices. The Chihuahua routine is fucking hilarious.
From reading her blog I knew that we felt the same way about a lot of things, but talking to her last night about her pregnancy and assvice on parenting made me realize how much we had in common. It was really cool to hear someone who is actually pregnant and is going to have a kid (in March!) spout off about the very same things I would have spouted off about if I had won the baby lottery. At least I know there will be a Mom on the planet yelling, "What the FUCK?" at the same things as I would have. And that's very comforting.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I'm thankful for all of you internets.
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Happy Tday to you. HOpe you have a lovely holiday...with no wheat beer.
ReplyDeleteNo, you can't not be able to drink beer. I need to drink beer when I'm done gestating. I have a lot of catching up to do.
ReplyDeleteThis is just a travesty.
But it's not a travesty that I finally was able to get together with you again. We really need to do that more often.
Oooh, no wheat beer? That sucks. That stuff is tasty. Sorry about the bleah-wonkies.
ReplyDeleteHappy (belated) T'giving to you too.