JMK calls me from work this afternoon… Not about anything important. He just felt the need to let me know that he was enjoying an ice cream cone. Like WTF?! DUDE!!!! I have only been craving ice cream for like EVER (well at least it feels that way!), and now you are eating one and find then need to call and rub it in my face. That takes some nerve… Obviously he was forgetting how much my pregnancy hormones can rage.
He better pick me up an ice cream cone on his way home tonight, otherwise somebody is going to be hurt real bad! I’m not saying who, but somebody!

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