Talk about stupid men’s jokes.

Thank God, my husband keeps my nerves.
But here colleagues, like all creative people, are rare...
I remember being the third child pregnant, bought my son on sale a spider that jumps if you press such a mini-pearl. brought to the editorial. Not specifically, I just came in and showed it. Destroyed the people. One took and fled.
Half an hour later, the second (young) rushes, throws before me and waits for a reaction. I say very calmly:
First, it is mine. Second, if it were NOT mine, would you really want to see a woman give birth? I have three days left!
This is where the man really fell ill!