It's a PERFECT depiction of the ridiculous conversations we have to endure. Isn't it? The adoptive Mother's monotone voice was cracking me up. I'm sure that's how I sounded to those awful old ladies in Target. Do you remember the one who asked me how long I endured infertility? And the one who asked me if I was her REAL Mom? Or if she was ORIENTAL??? We should all record this, pull out our mini tape recorders, hold them up and press the applicable snarky reply button. You ask rude questions. We give snarky answers. The end. :D
Friday, June 3, 2011
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