Conor was in a bit of an altercation this week with an angry Samoan man who threatened to punch him in the face. And no, Conor didn't deserve it, he simply asked the man a question. I guess at 8 months pregnant I am a bit mouthy and supposedly told the man what I thought of his threats and where he could go with them. I say, "I guess" because about 10 minutes later I had forgotten that I said anything at all and was talking about the situation as if I was just a mere witness. That is until my friends reminded me that I had a few very loud things to say to the man. This made me laugh hysterically. 8 months pregnant = mouthy + forgetful! Not a good combo. And Conor wants me to include this last picture because he likes it. I guess it is proof that I still have ankles - something I certainly do not have every night when I go to bed.