I was walking out of the grocery store today and some man started talking to me. He asked how old Ian was, if I was having another baby, and a few other basic questions, and then told me he wanted to take me on a shopping spree. I declined, and he insisted another few times, and finally I said I was pressed for time because I was meeting my husband. That's when he backed off and said if I saw him there again to say "hi" and that he would take me out later on our shopping trip. I'm pretty sure by "shopping spree" he meant "killing spree", and I'm not into being murdered.
Oh, and a lady in the store came up to me and was talking to me, and she kept touching me. I do not like strangers touching me, and I'm not sure why the flat look on my face wasn't enough to communicate that to her. Usually does the trick.
If I were rich, I would start getting my groceries delivered to my home. But I'd also be afraid the delivery person would be crazy.
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So I guess all the crazies come out of the woodwork when you're pregnant and/or have children. They must have some kind of radar. That, or your children have some kind of magnetism.
Yikes. I'm such a baby, I probably would have called the police...
Katie didn't get a new job, just the one she has is pretty cool. And thanks so much for the info on diapering. I'm super excited to see how it goes.
Yeah, I think it's because you look so vulnerable. You're all distracted by your kid, and you look like a big, fat beetle just waiting to be flipped onto its back where it will only be able to lie there and kick feebly. Pretty easy target.
creeeeeepy! I would've had my finger on the pepper spray.
Oh come on Haley, I can't believe you didn't take the shopping spree. I'm sure that guy had plenty of room for you and Ian in his custom van.
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