No wonder sales are down
Scene: Cloverdale Farmer’s Market. Saturday night. Honey booth.
Me shifting around on a fishy smelling beach chair.
- Feet swollen
- Eggplant in teeth
- Random long stray hairs I neglected to shave sprouting from my armpits
- Tadzhiki stained maternity shirt
- Heavier than I have ever been before (Keith, “Wow, honey, you weight more than me!”)