I was happy to be given an old book called, I Should Have Seen It Coming When The Rabbit Died by Teresa Bloomingdale. My neighbor gave it to me to read, “for laughs” she said. On the back I read this, “After ten pregnancies in twelve months I had to call the FBI to find my waistline.” I knew this was gonna be good. I also wondered what my neighbor was insinuating…
Anyway, it’s packed with some real zingers so I decided to share. Here’s one for today:
“When our daughter, Mary, was born in March of 1961, she announced her imminent arrival at seven-thirty on a Sunday morning. The doctor was upset, another Sunday spoiled. My husband was frantic. Who in their right mind would come to baby-sit on a Sunday with four boys ages one, two, three and four? I , of course, was delighted, as would be any mother who has just realized that she is not going to have to cook and clean up after Sunday dinner.”
