A sweet little Canadian girl whisked off to the wilds of Tennessee by a dashing Southern gentleman, I now have to survive in a land devoid of Tim Horton's coffee and Shreddies, where tabaggons are worn on your head and toques draw blank looks. The words are the same but the language is different. This is my story.
Here's a shot of me from last night. My mother-in-law now thinks that I am having a boy based on the fact I am carrying the same way she did for her two. Everyone else thinks definitely girl, although there hasn't been much weight gain in the hips or butt (unless I keep eating like I have!!!) Hopefully we will have the verdict in just over 7 hours!!
posted by Janey @ 6:21 AM
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I'm a no longer 20-something accountant who has somehow managed to squeek by without getting a pocket protector. A far cry from the career in instrumental music I was going to pursue!
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The thing about Walmart that bugs me the most is the people without a single clue. Don't take 50 items into an express lane. Don't put your cigarette into your mouth while standing at the cash even though you can't light up until you are outside. Do learn at least marginally correct grammar. Sadly, the last time I was in the Cornwall Walmart, it wasn't much better :(
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