||[Jan. 23rd, 2007|01:18 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
Dear Person Making Lunch in the Office Kitchen,
I realize I'm not the first pregnant woman in the universe and that by now I should be aware of my heightened sense of smell. And I am, totally. But I'm telling you right now that I'm not the only person who will be coming to kick your ass if you don't stop stinking up the kitchen with your daily gourmet extravaganza. Today it appears that you've decided to tackle that famous delicacy "Roasted Yak Asshole"* and while I realize that I'm crushing your dream of being the world's first Julia Child clone, and that I'm more sensitive to it than most, let me assure you that no one appreciates it. No one.
Fucking knock it off.
* I could be wrong, it could be something totally different. But it certainly smells like Roasted Yak Asshole.
Well now I know not to buy you that Yak Dish of the Month Club membership.
Berry, I miss my digestive system, my sense of smell, and my ability to sleep anywhere. I realize I'm trading up, what with getting the small bald tax-deduction at the end of this, but still. I make a disgruntled huffing noise.
Now you see,you are providing a Public Service to us bachelors. My friend at the office is expecting her second, and I had no idea that there was an associated twitchy sense of smell.
I'm probably safe, since Campbells condensed doesn't carry Yak, but good to know nonetheless.
Good to see you this weekend, I trust you got the tunic? Thanks for that.
Dude it's not even that much of a tax deduction!
Weirdly enough I'm experiencing the hightened sense of smell thing too. I looked it up on line, and then promptly went out and bought a preg test. (negative mind you)
My theory is that it's cause I lost weight in my neck, so I can breathe better.
Also, if you're like me, mid 2nd trimester, you'll get that sleep thing back, with a vengance. I fell asleep at my desk EVERY DAY. Between like 2-4. Then I'd go home and fall asleep on the bed after work, wake up for dinner, and then fall asleep again at 9.
Oh sh*t! And I'm one of those tinned-fish-for-lunch-almost-every-day asshats! No, I would never do it around a pregnant lady, my squick when I was pregnant was smell of hard alcohol - impossible. Luckily, I was living in the hicky sticks high desert, so the sense of smell made everything lovely, no car exhaust there either. When I rode to town I had to hang my head out of the window and pray "don't barf now, can't barf now."
Damn roasted yak asshole, that's gotta be almost as bad as my boots, sorry thing are not going more smoothly, just remeber it could be worse.