When we got to the Studio City Farmer’s Market yesterday, I was feeling pretty good. T-Ko and I had our double-shots on ice in hand, Baby-Ko was in great spirits and I was feeling sort of cute ( for not having taken a shower), dressed in a long maxi dress and scarf in my hair. Walking through the stalls, bumping into all the cute LA Mommies & Daddies and their little Chloe’s and Max’s as we search for asparagus under 3 bucks, I felt in my element.

As I stood at the gate of the pony rides with Baby-Ko, pointing out that “the horse says ‘nayyy!’,” a Tall Daddy, taking pictures of his daughter on one of the ponies started up a conversation with me.
“Aw, he’s so cute!”
“Thank you.”
“He’s about what- 9, 10 months old?”
“Yeah, 10 months.”
“10 months. Such a big boy,” he says nicely and adds, “AND YOU’RE EXPECTING ANOTHER ONE TOO, HUH?”

(I’ll give you a moment to digest this).

I’m speechless. Under my aviators, my eyes say it all.
“NO?” He says as if this is fucking funny.
“Uh. NO.” I turn away with attitude. I cannot believe it and search for T-Ko who is across the pony rides, taking pictures of us.
“Ooops,” he says. “I guess I need to keep my mouth shut.” UH, YA THINK???
I want to say something horrible and rude to him, but nothing comes out. All I can do is ignore him AND THEN he had the friggin nerve to tell me my arm was in his shot when he was taking a picture of his ugly little daughter when I was showing Baby-Ko the ponies.

At that point, I obviously walked away. Stunned, hurt and wanting to throw goat poop in his face, I find T-Ko and tell him what happened.
“Can you please go defend my honor?” I say half serious.
“He’s an idiot, babe. Ignore it.”
“This seriously just ruined my day.”
“Don’t let it….” and adds, “I guess you won’t be wearing that dress again though.”

HA. HA. HA. Jerk.

Needless to say, my diet is in back in full effect today and anything with an empire waist is going in the trash. Or at least being saved for the next time I’m REALLY pregnant….

FILED UNDER: A Little Life

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  1. Monday, July 28th, 2008
    It always amazes me how people can ask that sort of question based on what you're wearing and not that you actually look preggo. That man is a tard.

    My neighbor (some old fat cow) asked me recently if I was expecting and I mean - I see her all the time - she just thought because I was wearing a flowy dress that I must be pregnant.

    I've seen pics of you - and you don't look even remotely pregnant.
  2. T-Ro
    Monday, July 28th, 2008
    You don't look pregnant at all...although I did laugh at T-ko's comment about the death of that dress.
  3. Tuesday, July 29th, 2008
    My girlfriend had just taken her 5 DAY OLD baby for his 1st check up. She was on her way down in the elevator when a couple got in, the woman maybe in her 30's or 40's, and had definitely just stopped by the botox store if you get my drift. She looked at my all bones and just a belly friend and her baby and said, OH How old is your baby? She said, oh he's 5 days old! She responded with, Are you sure you don't have another one in there?

    I could tell you my stories but hers is by far the rudest and the worst ever.
    It happened to me a couple days ago (I had my 2nd 3 months ago) and even though I know I still am in the time period where that could be deemed acceptable, it still stung like a m'er f'er.
  4. Wednesday, July 30th, 2008
    I think you look amazing.

    Being that I myself am 7 months post-baby... I actually kind of hate you.

    so there...
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  6. Wednesday, September 21st, 2011
    Looking enviably good lol