The Time I Invited A Skunk Into My House
Spectacles are made to be worn
When I was eight months pregnant I moved rather slowly – as people with aliens the size of recliners growing in their gut tend to do. Add to that a dozen times a day or so that vomit somersaulted from between my lips and the fact that I slept about as fitfully as a three year old stuffed full of ice cream and Monster drinks. Fun times.