I killed my receptionist today.
At my 34 week appointment, so Bonnie and I are on a first name basis. She goes "morning ashlynn, how you doing today?" To which I responded, phone in hand, "I don't know Bonnie, it's on the rocks right now. This Fearow won't stay in his pokeball"
I think I can still hear her laughing.
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