The scene: We are cleaning out closets, sorting through belongings, designating piles for the yard sale, to keep, and to put away. My (Becca's) closet...yikes. Definitely not a one man job. Tara was kind enough to help me go through some of my stuff. You could say I have a bit of separation anxiety when it comes to my clothes. (In my defense though...you never know when something is going to come back into style!) And if I am on the fence about an article of clothing I must admit that sometimes I cop out and designate the article as having "costume potential" and sneak it into the costume box in the garage.
Anyway, as I was saying: The scene: We are cleaning out my closet. (Actually we are cleaning out my underwear drawer)
Tara: What about these?
Becca: Oh no you can toss those...they are too big.
Tara: What about for in the winter?
Becca: What do you mean "for in the winter"???
Tara: You know...for when you "thicken up."
Becca: What do you mean... "thicken up"???????
Tara: You know!!! Because you aren't as active! You even said it!!! (it should be noted here that Tara is smiling...and trying not to laugh)
Becca: .........
Tara: (Tara is laughing now)
Becca: .........
Tara: (Tara is leaning over the underwear drawer now because she can no longer hold herself up because she is laughing so hard.)
Becca: ........
Tara: (Barely able to talk) I'm sorry baby...it's just... (aaaannnnnd more laughing.) (and a tear)
Becca: ........
And Scene.
It was all in good fun of course :) I am just curious as to which pregnancy hormone it is that is responsible for such audacity.
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