13th
July
2010
Turtle
Me: *Getting out of bed this morning, arms slightly flailing*
T: *Laughing softly*
Me: Why are you laughing?
T: You’re starting to move like a pregnant woman.
Me: What do you mean?
T: Well, just now, you looked a little like a turtle flipped over on its shell.
Me: Just wait. I hear that in a few months, I may need you to lend me a hand flipping me over.
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