Saturday, April 08, 2006

To keep with the baby theme:

I think my mom wants grandbabies. Bad.

Yesterday we hit the drive-thru for a healthy snack of coffee and Cinnabons before heading to the hospital for my CAT Scan appointment.

My face is covered in frosting and I am in sugar-induced bliss when my mom says "don't you ever want to date someone?"

I gave her The Look.

The I-Know-You-Just-Bought-Me-This-Delicious-Treat-But-You're-Annoying-Me Look.

And then I shrugged my shoulders.

And Mom missed the hint. The I-Don't-Want-To-Discuss-This Hint.

She continues. Some crap about finding someone to spend your life with and working to find whomever it is and blah, blah, blah, blah.

If I'd thought it would be effective, I would've stabbed myself in the eye with the plastic knife nestled in the bag my Cinnabon came in.

Instead, I sat quietly and sheepishly and thought about how I am a loser and a loner. A loser loner. A loner loser.

Then I went for my CAT Scan (results at my 2:45 doctor's appointment on Monday).

And I had dinner with Colin.

Completely unrelated to the conversation I had with my mother. Trust me.


Stace said...

I think I'm over the Colin bit.

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