I was pregnant, very pregnant. Eight months, give or take a week. I'd read somewhere in one of the many pregnancy books and magazines I owned, that to help with dry skin, you shouldn't use a towel after a shower, but should smear lotion on your wet skin and 'air dry.' So there I stood, standing in our tiny apartment, in front of the bathroom mirror, putting on my make-up in nothing but the suit my Father in Heaven gave me.
Simultaneously someone knocked on the door, and our phone rang. Our apartment was tiny, from the front door one could see almost the entire place. I shouted to my husband that if he would answer the door, I would get the phone, "but wait a sec before you get the door, okay?"
I opened the bathroom door and prepared to dash, or rather waddle, from the bathroom to the bedroom. In my peripheral vision I saw a light. It wasn't heaven. It was my husband standing at the open front door talking to a salesman. The man decided quite suddenly that he would have better luck at the next apartment. I can never forget the shocked and horrified expression on the guy's face. The telephone did not get answered.
Aaaawww, that was your last one. Now what fun are we going to read!?
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, I'll think of something fun!
DeleteOkay... this one has got to be my FAVE! Laughing so hard, reaching for the tissues, I can just see it (and hear it ;)
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