I just spotted a typical hip, hot chick shopping on Robertson sporting what I thought was a batik baby sling.
As we passed on the street, I beamed at her bundle of joy in a friendly, who-doesn’t-love-a-cute-baby kind of way. She flashed me a serene, earth-motherly smile and offered a peek at her angelic infant…chihuahua.
I’m telling you what.
Seeing a dog when you’re expecting a newborn is downright chilling. I forced myself to nod politely at this freakish display when all I wanted to do was shout, “Sweet baby Jesus, that is gross!”
I mean, I get it. People love their pets. I myself have designs on a Goldendoodle.
But this was too much for me. I should have snapped a picture with my phone. Since I was momentarily paralyzed with disbelief, this example will have to suffice.
In other news, did anybody catch Britney at the Video Music Awards? I, for one, am kind of rooting for her. Maybe it’s a southern thing.