I get it. I am emotional. But today...I was at work, at Morettis (you know, my vocation of choice), and I had a table of three older couples. I have had them before and they remember me, so we started to chat. One lady said, referencing another: We're celebrating the new grandparents! She showed me pictures of this couple's new granddaughter. So, immediately I start asking questions, inquiring about the health and name of the baby. Charlotte Grace. GAH! I LOVE that name! It's on the top of my list. Of course immediately my eyes start to well up and we are talking about how amazing it is that babies are born healthy because there are so many things that can go wrong...I literally have to excuse myself from this table so I can collect my senses in the back hallway. I'm sure they thought I was losing my mind.
That's not the first occasion. I blubbered through the entire season of Biggest Loser. I cry at this damn Pampers ad that insists on running ALL DAY on cable channels. PLUS, I'm neurotic. I freak out on Dan for no logical reason. I hear these ridiculous words coming out of my mouth and I can't stop them. My emotional cup has runneth over. Thank goodness Dan is understanding...or at least tolerant of my idiotic behavior. Five and a half more months...
So I can subject you to the Pampers commercial too....mwhahahahahaha (evil laugh ensues)
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