verbiage: our breath be bated. still.

Hmph.

What’s the point of having your freaking water break if you don’t actually go into stinking labour?

WHAT’S THE POINT??

[Simmer.]

Why… NO! There is STILL no news on the whole frickin’ mysisterwhoeatspoospawningsometimeinthenearfuture front.

And YES! You are CORRECT! There IS the distinct possibility that the Nugget-To-Be is actively striving to STEAL MY FRIGGING BIRTHDAY!

AAAAAAAUGH!

The 13th is mine.

Back off, squirt.


4 Responses to “verbiage: our breath be bated. still.”

  1. g-dog Says:

    Hey - YOU stole my mom’s birthday - which I suppose would be more relavant if we actually were related or knew each other..
    Here’s a big “Happy Birthday” to you spelled out in cookies!

    And one for the squirt - no cookies yet…

  2. Karen Says:

    I am amazed at how you orchestrated yoursisterwhoeatspoo’s spawnery to land in the Month of Verbiage just to create verbiatory fodder.

    Awesome.

  3. Alison Says:

    Awesome? Or scarily freaky??? Hmmmmmmm……..

  4. mike Says:

    Don’t trust the tiny features and goo-goo sounds. Those little buggers are crafty.

make with the yak-yak

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