This past weekend, She-Blob attended her first nuptials. Sadly for her, that night was not that different from the one prior, when she attended a screening of Zombie Strippers and visited a bar (stop tsking, she only had a coke), with the exception that the wedding was probably a bit quieter.
On the upside, she did get to fortify her Shirley Temple with a glass of chardonnay (Stop tsking. The doctor said it was alright), as well as a very nice duo of gelato and Italian cookies.
She-Blob was in good company, had she wanted to mingle with the other as-yet-unborn. There were at least 3 of us knocked up ladies at the affair, including one at our table.
But really, it does make you think how different any day is from the next for her. What does she do in there all those hours? If she thinks, what does she think about, having no frame of reference beyond her immediate surroundings? The mind boggles.
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