Pouty Bitch

I am so a pouty bitch right now.

Right this second I am supposed to be hanging out in Hilton Head, SC with my two girls Aim and T. Where am I? At work. My flight out last night was cancelled due to all the electrical storm drama here and in Houston. Stupid hurricane season.

I am on another flight tonight and of course we are already hearing thunder. I am keeping my fingers crossed that all will be well.

Sigh. Of course this problem pales in comparison to my friend Sherry who is nine mos preggers and just learned the doctors have put her on the countdown clock for inducing if she doesn't go into labor naturally. News like this never bothered me when I was pregnant, but of course I felt like I was dying (b/c I was) so I was all in favor of ending my time no matter how. But really, how's that baby supposed to know to start heading south? It's not that little boy has been born before! Look at the pressure we heap on even our unborn for crying out loud!!

Don't mind me, I'm just a pouty bitch.
:(

Em