last week, i exchanged these texts with husband:
gracie: "Babe, don't yell at me. I scratched the car, pulling into our parking spot."
davey: "Seriously? how bad? and what does 'scratch' mean? Does it include dents?" (my husband the untrusting lawyer)
so far, it would seem that pregnant gracie does not have a good driving record. but in the grand scheme of things, at least i didn't wreck this one. and i guess it's a good thing we didn't end up getting the mercedes that hubby really wanted. something tells me if i had scratched up that baby, there would have been yelling, and much less forebearance.
p.s. here's me and baby at nineteen weeks
