Waaaaaaaah
Yesterday I left this message on E’s voicemail. Note: read in your best Veruca Salt voice.
“Where aaaaaare you? Are you still at work? Are you coming home? I’m really hungry and I want a cheeseburger but it’s raaaaaaining and there’s no gas in the car and it’s cooooold and I don’t want to put on pants. Why don’t you answer your phone? Don’t you love me? I’m nine months pregnant! Bring me a cheeseburger!!!”
E did not bring me a cheeseburger. Instead, he rolled his eyes and called me incredibly needy.
HA. You think this is needy? I speak English and wipe my own butt, buddy. JUST YOU WAIT.
And you don’t pee on him, either. Although with your poor pregnant woman’s bladder, that may change if Lowercase doesn’t emerge soon.
Please let us know when Big E has been thoroughly educated, and exposed, to the definition of needy. I suspect this will be sometime in the next 12 months!