My friend Joann spent two-and-a-half months eating dessert first.
She had a sickly, six-and-a-half month pregnancy that culminated in a fight with her ex over sandwiches and an appointment for one of those shots you need when your baby is a different blood type than you are.
At the appointment, they told her she wasn’t going anywhere. They told her to get some tests. » Read the rest of this entry «