I was sitting around in the bathroom reading Waiting for Birdy while Shef zoomed cars around the tub, and I laughed out loud at one of the author's descriptions of the last days of pregnancy.
"What are you laughing about?" Shef asked. "Sarah Palin?"
"How do you know about Sarah Palin?" I asked.
"I've heard of her," he said, simply.
"No, I'm not laughing about Sarah Palin," I said.
As if. I wish. Sob, sob.
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I was speaking to a co-worker in the US yesterday - and he thought I had a twang like Sarah Pallin, some sort of Alaskan/Minnesotan twang. Can't say I understand the comment.
But I thought of you (sorry!)
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