Let the dog in!

Did you hear about this Mississippi woman?

Last week, when putting her turkey in the oven her bun in the oven decided to come out.

First of all, why was a nine-month pregnant women hauling the turkey into the oven? Where’s Uncle Jimmy? Of course, this was her fourth pregnancy, so maybe by then you are also marathon training well into the second trimester.

I just remember feeling tiredtiredtired with Kid. Hooooneeey, could you take this spoon into the kitchen for me?? I am sooooooo tired.

Second, this reminds me of a friend’s friend who also delivered in a truck (this gives new meaning to “delivery truck,” eh?). Now, she can’t bear to part with the truck. And her child is ten.

I think perhaps it’s not a strong selling point for sale of that particular vehicle.

“Roomy? I’d say so! Why, I delivered my baby in that front seat right there! No. I had the baby! Right there!…..Okay, well, you have our number!”

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