If only.

I'm going to start writing down snappy retorts on a 3x5 notecard, and that way when some pudwanker says something dumb I'll have a snappy response handy.
Wow, you're really going to have your hands full!
Nah, not really. I'm just going to get more chicken wire and expand the kid-cage in the backyard. I wouldn't want ANYTHING to come between me and my stories.
You know pregnant women really shouldn't be drinking soda. (said in the checkout line of a grocery store while buying Bryan some nasty-ass diet Pepsi).
Well getting high makes me thirsty, and it's either this or Vodka, so....
You cloth diaper? Wow, well good for you! I just couldn't stand the thought of touching poop. That's just so gross!
Well I love poop. Actually, I just scrape it off her diaper and put it in a glass jar that I carry around with me everywhere I go. (digging around in purse) Wanna see?
So, how old is *that* one? (pointing to Phoebe, usually said when they realize I'm pregnant and carrying around a toddler)
Oh, that one's not really mine. I have a soft spot for strays, and once you feed them it's a BITCH to get rid of them.
That's interesting. Does it hurt to carry her around in that thing? (said when Phoebe's in the sling)
My instructor for my bondage/S&M class said I needed to work on my pain tolerance, so that's why I do it. It's only really a problem when I can't see because tears of agony are streaming down my face.
I know most people don't mean anything by their comments, but really it's either be a sarcastic brat or carry around a bullhorn, so that when I hear a stupid question/comment coming on I can just blast their asses, and then waddle away gleefully. Now that I think of it, maybe the bullhorn idea sounds better...
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You look beautiful by the way. I love your pregnant photo from the other day.