(Did "everybody's coming to get me" just run through your head? No? Ok, nevermind.)
The other day, I was checking out at Walmart...in a lane with a live person, not self-checkout. Can you believe it?!
Anyway, the lady keeps talking to Sam and telling me how cute she thinks he is. He's vacillating (10 pt. word) between flirting with her and almost falling out of the cart to push the buttons on the credit card swiper machine.
"Is he yours?" she asks.
I sort of chuckle and say "yea, he is."
According to Bob, that was just her best way of trying to find out if I was the un-married, pregnant mother of a toddler or simply a babysitter or aunt.
Again...with the ring paranoia. I'm ready to have them back.
I know Rachel's with me on this. Anybody else? Do you ever "ring-check" a pregnant lady and wonder? I know I do. And yes, I know that I'm paranoid because I'm guilty of it.