As I hinted at a couple of posts ago, I had my first stranger-mauling this week. On Monday I was dropping off an application for a house to rent downtown, and a lady...not the lady I am dealing with, but her boss...greeted me by coming at me with an outstretched hand which landed on my belly. Someday I would like to be brave enough to rub the stranger back...
The community complex where the public library is reassigned some of the handicapped parking to mommy-to-be parking. For almost a week, the new signs said "Expected mothers only." So if you are a mother and someone is expecting you, you can park in the cool spots? Sadly someone noticed the error and changed the sign before I got a picture.
Once again, my doctor's appointment today was a barrel of oddness. I only had to wait about an hour and 15 minutes to be let into the second waiting stage. That was pretty quick for this office! Apparently over the last 2.5 weeks, the babies grew. Can you imagine?! The doctor seemed a little surprised. He kept saying "they got bigger hey?" I thought growth was what we were aiming for, but he actually spent over 5 minutes with his little ultrasound machine looking for a third baby to explain the growth. Then he measured the heads and realized my babies are just growing, not multiplying.
I found the perfect picture to explain the one ginormous fear that my husband and son share:
Last, but not least, I witnessed some true brilliance today. You might have seen the gist of the story on my facebook/twitter. I was standing in line at the post office, and not wanting to stare at the guy in front of me, I looked out the window. I noticed to people acting strangely around a car. One lady seemed to be trying to pull the window out with her fingers. As I watched, (it was a long slow line) I realized that she was trying to break into her car with a hanger. Sadly though, the only hanger available to her seemed to come from a clothing store. It was plastic. And fat. So this lady is stabbing at the interior of her car with a fat non-pliable utensil, and her friend is being very supportive by walking around the car repeatedly, I assume, looking for another weak spot to have a go at. Then they tried the other side. They worked together to wiggle the window down enough to fit the hanger in, and stabbed with the hanger again. I don't know if they did not understand the concept of what had to happen to gain access to the car or if they were just having some fun. Sadly, after 20 minutes of some great entertainment, my turn came and I did not see how they finally got in, but I did find out what happened. The owner of the car was in the post office, then she walked outside to give her car key to her friend, but the key was gone. Someone had taken the key off her ring while she was in the post office and stole it. Not the car, just the key. Rrrrright. Ten bucks says it's in her pocket, or she mailed it somewhere.
Good times. I'll keep you posted on the odd goings on as we take a little tour this week!
a poo-nami...wicked, lol
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