I can't believe the nerve of some people. Today I had lunch with my sorority sisters, and I had purchased some aromatheraphy shower gel from one of them who sells Arbonne. It was in my purse when I got back to the office. I pulled it out as I started rummaging through this bottomless thing most women call a purse when GIT walks up.
She has a monthly schedule she wants me to look at so she can make sure she has everything on there. No problem....BUT
She then proceeds to grab the bottle of shower gel and start looking at it and then says, "I'm going to smell," and then trys to open the bottle to smell it.
Now, the bottle is sealed so she couldn't but my gripe is don't you ask, "May I smell this?" instead of just telling me you are going to do it.
11 weeks....11 weeks...11 weeks....
That's what I keep repeating to myself. You can't go insane in 11 weeks time, can you?
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Yes. You can go crazy in 11 weeks. And once that second boy is there, you'll find you can also go crazy in 11 *SECONDS*. I am they sister... Michelle
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