Yesterday was Election Day in my hometown. This means that all last weekend and half of this week I was bombarded with phone calls, junk mail, and canvassers at my door.
I’m an intelligent adult. I read, I listen to the news, and I formulate my own opinions. So, no, it is not okay to hound me while I’m quietly pruning my roses on a Sunday afternoon. And no, it is not okay to verbally trash the opposition while I’m sitting on my porch. It is not okay to call all day asking for my vote; I work from home; I’m busy. And no, if you’re going to tout yourself as an environmental crusader, it is not okay to fill my mailbox with enough campaign fliers to paper the Empire State building.
It’s Whiny Wednesday, and it’s all over now, but I had to get that off my chest.
An aquaintance came up to me yesterday and put her hand on my belly and asked if I was pregnant. “No, I have my period.” I said back. “Oh,” she said. WTF! Really? If I were lucky enough to be pregnant, trust me everyone would know. I’d be wearing a t-shirt that reads, Finally Pregnant and Haven’t Miscarried This One Yet.
GGGRRRRRRR!
brilliant answer!!! wether it was true or not 🙂 . and WTF indeed is she doing putting her hand on your belly???
Friday I have a triple baby shower at work (3 coworkers) planned by a coworker who I absolutely hate. I don’t think it’s possible for me not to attend. I think it would be rude for me not to buy a gift for two of the girls who I know fairly well. I am not buying in to the group gift orchestrated by hated coworker. And, to top it all off, I am having a stressful week on my homefront and starting from an rather emotional baseline. FMfriday.