1.) You're breathing like Bandit.......Bandit is a friend's dog.
2.) I'm fat....always a pleasure to hear.
3.) Cheeks...my personal favorite.
4.) I need to dye my hair.
Who would have thought that being 37 weeks pregnant means that you would become a walking punch line?
1.) Being that Max has grown and is the size of a watermelon, you can imagine what it's doing to all my organs. My lungs are smushed, so breathing is a bit difficult. Do I realize I'm breathing hard? No. Do I need to be compared to a dog? Do I even need to ask that question?
2.) Really there are no words for this. Being called big is one thing, but fat....really? Can you say rude? I would say something much worse, but my brother reads this, and it's not appropriate for him to read such words.
3.) Cheeks....aww my favorite. Not so much! I even said that was a mean thing to say, and I was called it again!
4.) Okay....white hair is something that happens as you age. Yes, I have white hair. Shocker right?! So dying my hair isn't a priority right now, but thanks for pointing it out.
I guess being called big isn't so bad after all....never thought I'd say that.