My wife was at the local coffee shop with me and our regular server congradulated her on her pregnancy.
Here's the problem.
You guessed it.
She isn't.
She then turns to me and ask me if she was getting fat. Lord, I wanted to die.
"Well, if the server said something..."
The good news is that my home office has a comfy couch.
Here's the problem.
You guessed it.
She isn't.
She then turns to me and ask me if she was getting fat. Lord, I wanted to die.
"Well, if the server said something..."
The good news is that my home office has a comfy couch.

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