Today a two year old child poked me in my bottom and I didn’t find it cute.
Today, I was standing at the OPD counter at a hospital, sounding all businesslike and haughty [my hairdo makes me think I can get things done faster], when I felt a half poke half pat on my bottom that made me whirl around in a temper only to see this startled little child at the bottom, still holding up its palm wondering what it had set in motion. It clearly had no idea this big bouncy blue bum belonged to someone. More specifically a pissy looking auntie who was mouthing very scary spank shaped words at him.
I cannot blame the child.
I need to effing exercise.
And now, since I’ve got your attention, in support across the seven seas, you must, MUST vote for Obama.