(If you happened to be a fly on my wall,
I wonder what you would discover.
A crazy, hormonal pregnant lady,
and her odd conversations with her lover.)
Me: Ugh, I'm sweating!
James: What? You hardly have any clothes on!
|Target. Two crazy kids, one "floating" pregnant belly.|
James: Why are you yelling at me?! I haven't done anything!
Me: I'm not yelling at you because I'm mad at you, I'm yelling at you because I'm starving!
Me: Hooray! Hooray!
James: What is it?
Me: I pooped!
James: I'm leaving.
Me: I need your help.
James: With what?
Me: I need you to help me pull my pants up.