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Family Medical Leave Act

You know how all the cool kids say "FML" now?

(In case you didn't know, that stands for "fuc "profanity my life.")

Well, for the last week or so I've caught myself saying it under my breath, but because it's so crass, I've been adding an A on the end.

Imagine it: I just dropped something, and I have to bend over to pick it up. (The pregnant belly does not love these moments.)

So, I look at the item on the floor, sigh heavily and say, "FMLA."

I, personally, think it's hilar. I told my co-worker about it today and I was all, "Yeah! I've been sitting on that for like a week, just entertaining myself in my own mind."

I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm off my rockerspice.

Comments

Shandal said…
Bahahahahaha! It does make you giggle doesn't it?! Love it!
Sierra Godfrey said…
Question: why are you even picking anything up? Enjoy this one time in your life where you can drop crap all over the place and leave it, and have a good excuse for it.

P.S. It only gets worse the bigger you get. By the end you will drop food all over the floor and not care, and step right over it.
RA said…
LOL
About FML: http://sagittiferouslyyours.blogspot.com/2009/07/f-my-life.html
jayme said…
i don't even abbreviate anymore. i just do the all or nothing. its either me going crazy and forgetting to care or just not caring. oops, did i just say all of the above?? fml...
Tina Lynn said…
How did you get so cute?
B.E. Sanderson said…
I'm with Sierra. Drop it and leave it - unless you really need it, then have the Hubster pick it up. After all, you're the one packing heat - at least a few extra degrees of it. ;o)
Anonymous said…
I'm with Sierra. Make other people pick stuff up for you.

Besides, you bend over...you might not be able to get up.

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