We're still in a holding pattern.
Life has gotten even crazier. My grandma fell and broke her back. She's in a rehabilitation center. We were down visiting her Friday, and then we stopped to help my aunt with her tv. In between, we stopped at Rainbow Foods to get my aunt a treat. It was getting late, and it had been a long week at work. We turned down an aisle and realized we had two parking options. The first would be a good hike. The second would be the front row with a sign saying the spot wad dedicated to Expectant Mothters.
Usually, I don't mind a short walk. Usually, I try to obey the courteous parking spots for mothers or families. Yet on Friday, I wasn't feeling that patient. So I told Mike to park in the expectant mother's spot. After all, technically, I am expecting. I also figured out that in this day and age few people would accuse me of not being pregnant.
Sorry to any pregnant women out there who were inconvenienced by my tiredness.
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