Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I am Buddha.

Yes, friends. As my belly gets bigger, it also gets touched more than I ever imagined it would be. I am considering painting myself gold, plastering a huge smile on my face, and charging people a quarter.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

You are hilarious!

Lynn said...

Oh, the joys of being pregnant. Somehow it lets people think it's okay to get in your space--and ask very personal questions!

What's worse? When you aren't pregnant and someone asks if you are!

Lynn said...

Chelsea, I want to follow your blog. Do you want to add a follow gadget?
Aunt Lynn

Tiger said...

I promise I won't touch without asking first. I am so not looking forward to that part of being pregnant. I mean, just because you're pregnant, doesn't mean it's okay to invade your personal space man! You're probably nicer about it than I will be. Doesn't it bug you? Do you ever just tell people to keep their hands to themselves? Painting yourself gold? Now there's a fun idea. ;) LOL, you are funny!

Tiger said...

Oh, I just realized this bloggy thingy thinks my name is Tigger... this is Kris... the krazy one... :)