Ahhh, the irony.
Yesterday I was at the gym, minding my own dang business, when who should walk past me but my ob/gyn. Yes, the same ob/gyn I saw at Hallmark; the same ob/gyn that has delivered all of my babies; the same ob/gyn who not two days before gave me a box of tissues and Prozac.
Now, the Hallmark thing kind of freaked me out, but I go there once in a blue moon. I go to the gym EVERY DAY. He told me he's there a lot in the winter. Crap.
Let's stop playing these silly games and just admit that we're best friends.
2 comments:
Maybe he can be your spotter.
You know... that may be a good bff to have. Maybe he'll give you a discount for all of your other kids you will still have. :)
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