So the other day, when we were at the fair, we visited this building. (Because besides eating funnel cakes, the other most important thing about fairs is seeing the baby animals.)
As I was walking around, admiring the miniature pony and the little llama and the widdle chicks–oblivious for just a moment about my big-o belly–this random lady walks up to me and says, “You probably think you should be in one of these exhibits.”
Now, I’m not the brightest crayon in the box. I admit, I didn’t get it at first. I just gave her a confused courtesy laugh and continued on my way. Until…until Brent came up to me and exclaimed, “Wow…I can’t believe she said that to you.” And then it hit me. Me…I should be in one of these exhibits. Like right beside the big fat mama pig.
How dare she? Who did she think she was? So, I found a crate full of this stuff.And I threw some at her.
It hit the back of her head.
And then I ran.
And when a girl with a big-o preggo belly is running wildly through a crowd, people scatter.
Okay, so maybe I didn’t throw animal dung at her in real life. By the time I saw this pile, she was no where in sight. But it sure was fun imagining it.
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