so I am now on my connection in long branch.... the local. ugh. after enduring half an hour of a screaming kid screeching "ARE WE THERE YET?!" over and over... plus two women in matching mink coats who, when the conductor asked if their coats were real fur, the one responded "yes. they are and we're not apologizing for it".... eh.... okay....
I tried posting an audblog of the little terror, but my phone stinks.
on both trains though, I've sat facing the same poster:
"Become an Egg Donor and Become a Dreammaker"
apparently my eggs expired 2.5years ago because they only ant 18-32 year olds.
wouldn't do it anyway... the only humourous thing about it would be if someone asked if I had kids, I could truthfully say in a cheesy smartass way: "none that I know of *heh heh*"
anyway.... thanks rmanj.com poster for pointing this fact out about my eggs at 8am on the tuesday between christmas & new year's eve.. thanks.
::: plunked in on my treO:::
