I am going to a 4th of July picnic this weekend and sort of hoping they don't ask me to bring wine coolers or beer. I don't mind bringing those things, even though I won't be drinking them, but I have visions of myself feeling the need to explain to the clerk as I pay for them, "I promise, this isn't for me!" Then s/he'll probably stare at me like I'm nuts because I'm hardly showing.
If my grandmother was still alive, I'd probably find myself buying cigarettes while pregnant too and explaining that they were for my grandmother. I didn't approve of my GM smoking, but how do you tell a woman who has smoked since she was 18 that she should quit at 85?
And I am *so* judgmental sometimes of pg women. I was judgmental of a pg woman eating soft cheeses at a wedding this past weekend... or maybe just jealous that she was eating them and I wasn't. (It was an all-vegetarian wedding, and they had chosen lots of foods made with classy soft cheeses.)
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Date: 2007-06-27 12:25 pm (UTC)If my grandmother was still alive, I'd probably find myself buying cigarettes while pregnant too and explaining that they were for my grandmother. I didn't approve of my GM smoking, but how do you tell a woman who has smoked since she was 18 that she should quit at 85?
And I am *so* judgmental sometimes of pg women. I was judgmental of a pg woman eating soft cheeses at a wedding this past weekend... or maybe just jealous that she was eating them and I wasn't. (It was an all-vegetarian wedding, and they had chosen lots of foods made with classy soft cheeses.)