Dear Clueless Stupid Woman,

You excused yourself as you carelessly crossed my path as I'm trying to put my kiddie cart back into the 'cart corral'. That's fine. Until I see that you were the one parked right beside me.

You parked on my passenger side, 12 inches from my passenger side. Now you may not see what the problem is. You had plenty of room to exit and re-enter your car with no problem. Now for me, there's a huge problem. When you park that close to one's car, you leave very little room for a MOTHER to put her CHILD in their car seat. Now I could've barely squeezed my size 14 rear end through that open space.

Oh, how I cursed you under my breath as I climbed through the driver side back door and across the middle seat. Then to maneuver a 2 year old boy into his car seat, I was definitely heated.

So as I noticed that you were the stupid woman who parked so close to my car, I thanked you.

My exact words were "Thank you for parking so close, because I didn't have enough room to get my child in his seat". I believe your response was "Whatever".

Really? 'Whatever'? You look to be 26, maybe 27 years old. Dressed in your lovely dress pants, high heals, makeup perfect, and that's the best you could come up with?!

I hope that you realize that I truly didn't mean it when I proceeded to tell you that I hope your car got hit today. Well, maybe a little, but not enough to hurt you. Just enough to let you know that karma's a bitch.

And now I believe karma's going to come and bite me right in my ass.

Stupid woman.

Excuse Me, It's My Uterus!

Yeah. This is an interesting topic.

I have a couple that like to come into the restaurant once in awhile. They tend to stay 2-3 hours and chat. Which is fine by me!

I love the woman. She's awesome. She's sarcastic and a smartass (like someone else you may know!) Now the guy. He's alright. He's nice and funny, but seems to believe he's in the Irish 'mob' in our area. (yeah, I know *eye roll*)

On to the uterus.

We were having a discussion about our kids. (They both have one kid each from previous relationships, but neither of them live with them.) We were talking about my lovely little monkeys when he asked me if we were planning on having anymore.

I said yes. We would love to have more!

Holy Hell. He stepped up apon his soap box and proceeded to tell me that I shouldn't have anymore kids.

BECAUSE:
1. The economy is terrible, and our jobs aren't stable enough to support another child. (yeah, I know)

2. Why would you want to bring another child into this shithole (his words) of a planet. There's not a good enough chance that your child would be able to cure cancer or anything else great. (no, I haven't hit him yet, even though I'm visualizing it..)

3. How are you going to go back to school when you have a baby at home with two other children. (seriously..don't think that's a problem you should be worrying about!)

4. Do you think it's fair to keep having kids when other couples can't even have one? (now this struck a nerve with me. I know quite a few friends who have fertility issues, and I feel terrible for them. Now he's starting to make me feel guilty for wanting to have more children)

Now through this whole preaching, he really wasn't being mean, but I wanted to knock him through the wall.

Where do you get the kahoena's to do that?!

I ended up telling him, then and there, that this was a decision that my HUSBAND AND I would be making.

Not even 5 minutes later when I was out of the bar, he walked by me. Making the comment 'I really don't think you should have anymore kids, this world is just a terrible place'.

My comment back:

"Well, the last time I checked, it's my uterus, not yours."

WTF?! Seriusly. People will never cease to amaze me.