You people want it, you got it.  The Anvil Tree is now back in syndication.  But you better keep commenting, damnit!

Michelle was talking about the choice of staying home as a mother the other day, and I wanted to share with you something that (FOR REALS) happened to me.

Yesterday, I was walking down the hall, holding my belly.  I am prone to do this sometimes.  Mostly, it’s so people will get out of my way.  A lady stopped me by saying, “Normal people don’t hold their bellies.. are you having a baby?”

So we went through the usual spiel.. my due date, her experience with babies, blah blah blah.. you have to endure a LOT of other’s people’s crappy stories when you’re carrying a baby.  You know, because puking and not sleeping is not torture enough.  Anyway, she mentions how much it sucks to be pregnant during the summer months.  Her due date was in August, so she totally understood.  BUT THEN SHE SAID.. outloud, and in her big-girl voice.. “but my husband let me stay home during my pregnancy.  Bless your heart.”

Michelle pointed out some very poignant truths in her post, the most important being that sometimes, it’s not a choice.  Sometimes, you have to both be working.  Because you like money.

I just stood there and stared at this woman for a second, and contemplating how fast I could waddle away if I cold-cocked her.  I decided I moved too slowly and instead just responded, “Well, Massa say I’s gotta work, so workin’ I be.”

Wanna know why Americans are typically obese?

Because.. well, okay, not BECAUSE.. lemme start again.

This morning, instead of driving thru Starbucks (because it’s not my day to AND because I was running way late), I stopped by a fast-food joint on my way into work.  I almost NEVER do this, but I knew I was probably not going to get a lunch break today and (again) I was running too late to pack anything.

Typically, I get my usual at any fast-food joint: a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit combo with an unsweet tea.  (Honestly, it runs about the same as the tea I get from Starbucks.  Crazy?  Yes.) But I’m making a concerted effort to watch my caloric intake lately, so I decided I would not order the combo, therefore skipping the hash rounds.

Can you believe it was fifty cents MORE to get LESS food?

And that’s why, ladies and gentlemen, we are all (edit:) except for Caroline and Steph fat.