Ahh, help me!

I am doing everything to get this day to go by faster. Note to self: DO NOT KILL TIME AT THE GROCERY STORE! When you do this you walk outta there with an $80 tab, and enough pent up aggression to contemplate bitch slapping the middle aged woman in line at the checkout behind you.

I had a cart full of stuff. Ol' cowbag behind me slapped a divider on the conveyor belt when I had three items up there, so when the belt would advance I'd have to push all her crap back just to fit my stuff up there. I had to do this probably 87 times before I was done. She also was standing so close to me I could swear she was gonna lick my ear, yet she had her nose in her pocketbook, not the slightest bit concerned all her shizz was in my way. She was not old and senile, so don't go "Jeeze Lindsey, you're being a bit of a snatchbasket." No no...no, she was not a cute little old lady, the kind I have a soft spot for. She was the brand of "eccentric crazy woman who probably pisses off most everyone she encounters cuz she's so flipping rude" middle aged old.

And Pickle kicked me hard just now. Guess they're saying:

You beat that horse, Mister. Beat it!

So I bought funfetti cupcakes, cream cheese frosting and pink and blue frosting gel to announce whether it's a boy or a girl after tomorrow's ultrasound. I'm sending them to work with Dan so he can play Proud Papa, beam and brag all day. Everyone will slap him on the back and possibly buy him lunch. Or at least a soda or something. 

And I got my maternity support band in the mail. This thing... *sigh*. I think I'm in love. It touches me in all the right ways. And by that I mean it put my back into alignment again. It has been feeling like I'd been donkey punched in the arse, and the pain was starting to shoot down both legs. Sleeping has been hell also. Hopefully this will help. And I can FINALLY go back to the gym. 

Anyone else ever noticed "hallelujah" is an incredibly weird word?