My DH and me love animation movies. We recently watched Hunchback of Notre Dame. Music is great. Since then I just can't get enough of the song "God help the Outcasts". It is just so beautiful. And sad.
If possible I always arrange lunch date with my favourite lunch company. A childless not by choice coworker and a single childless coworker, both few years younger. I love our talks. But they are often out of office (and so am I), so most of this week I am stuck with mommy crowd. There I feel excluded from the talks most of the time. For example, yesterday they talked about their swimwear. One would think that this talk is perfect for me since I swim a lot and I just bought a perfect (almost professional) swimwear, suitable for pools.
But no, I could not contribute anything. Since the leading topic of the conversation was how much a pregnancy destroys a swimwear.
Yes. I am an outcast on so many occasions. Even when least expected.