A corner table at Saffron Indian Cuisine, my friend Michele and HER friend (who will remain nameless since I know it’s OK to talk about Michele in my blawwwwwg but I forgot to ask our Third Party of the Evening).
My tummy, she is happy. The staff of the restaurant was attentive but not overtly so, and we had a raucous conversation. Well, except for the part where it seemed like hours before they came to pick up the check.
Affirmed: I’m on an oil-covered slip’n'slide straight to hell.
Acknowledged: I’m a baaaaaaad influence. $250/hr to start, that’s all I’m sayin’.
I’m not supposed to blog a good 2/3 of our conversation. Apparently, Michele’s Invisible Friend Jesus gets upset when she’s not behaving as she should be.
Michele didn’t believe me when I said I was as wide as I was tall once upon a time. This Feb 2007 post has a smidge of photographic proof. (Like you can be a smidge of anything when that voluptuously pregnant!!!)
Also, it’s with sincere regret that I inform you ladies that you’re not the first members of my fanclub. Can you guess who it is from this January 2004 post?
Hm. What else did we talk about that I promised links for? I can’t remember now…
I also found another “hugely pregnant” picture. This one was taken 3 days before Joe was born. (Take a look at my foot – it’s the only place where it’s obvious that I was having fluid retention issues.) (Apologies to the regular readers who remember this pic. Michele didn’t.)