Today a delivery man came up to me, sniffed hard and said, You smell like bread. I for once said nothing because it shocked me but I thought silently to myself, Could it be I smell like bread because I have BEEN UP SINCE 5 FUCKING A.M. STICKING CINNAMON ROLLS IN THE OVEN!?!? Hmmmmm??? Then I thought, Why don'tcha just call me grandma while you are at it.
At least the scenario wasn't him poking me in the belly and me giggling like the Pilsbury dough boy I appear to be morphing into.