Let’s just say you are at a dinner party with 50 of your ‘closest’ friends at someone’s house.

Let’s just say you hate groups like this, and never can think of something to say.

Let’s just say the host and hostess says you can’t sit with people you know, you know, to get to know the others.

Let’s just say when you are introduced to the other three people who will be sitting at your card table, two out of the three mis-hear your name and call you a girl’s name for the rest of the night.

Let’s just say that you turn away just for just a freaking second, and when you turn back they are all talking about babies, mostly mommy-type talk.

Let’s just say that the woman talking is kinda heavy, and wearing one of those maternity-type dresses that cinches up right under her boobs, and free falls from there. It’s called an Empire dress you find out later.

Let’s just say that you are wanting to say something smart and on-topic, so you ask, “so when is your baby due?”

Let’s just say the woman then drills you with her eyes and says “I’m not pregnant, I’m just fat.”

Let’s just say that I know this man who won’t ever ask another woman that question, like ever, even if her water breaks right there in front of him and she starts screaming “it’s coming, it’s coming!”

Hat tip for the Let’s just say device to Why Are You Stalking Me blog.