The Bad, The Ugly, and The Sweetest of All
The Bad Thursday evening, in the midst of all of our pre -Halloween chaos, I remembered that I had signed-up to volunteer at our local library's book sale. Of course, when I put my name down weeks ago it didn't occur to me that Vivi's superhero costume wouldn't be done. I just thought a couple of hours of quiet time at the library would be a welcome retreat. When the day actually rolled around, I was a little scattered and really worn out but I did my duty and headed over to the library at six. When I arrived, I had the following conversation with one of those ubiquitous old ladies who always seem to hover around the bake sale tables at these types of things: Old Lady: So, when are you due? Me: In March? Old Lady: Whoa! Are you having twins? Me: No. It's my second. I guess you show much earlier the second time. Old Lady: Yeah, I guess I was HUGE with my second one too. Nice. My official costume for Halloween is no longer doting mother of adorable superhero. I am a ...