I was just filling out a form to get a friggin catalog. I love IKEA, so that thought made me a little happy.
Then, I get to the question - Do you have the pitter patter of little feet?
No, no I don't. But I say "yes" because I like kids' stuff, and I have lots of friends with kids. Then, "How many do you have?" I don't have any, unless my dog and cat count, thanks for the reminder.
This question is followed by, "Are you expecting?"
No. No, I'm not. Thanks for asking. For some perverse reason, I marked yes. "When are you due?" TEARS. I'm NOT due, you motherfucker, I just want to look at baby stuff!! ASSHOLE. Leave me alone! *sobs*
They really should know better than to mess with the hormonal. Which, from my experience, is just about everyone.
Pfft...Swedes. Whatever happened to the whole isolationist idea?
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