Size matters...

My darling boss here at the university (the Dean) is from Australia. I've worked with him now for almost eight years and I was one of the first ''sheilas" to welcome him to the U.S.

I'm most fond of him because of his cool, laid back Aussie sort of way of doing everything, especially business. That, and he's a really good priest with a huge heart and a solid foundation as a human being. I've not met many of those in my current line of work.

So, we're standing around at a little in-office doughnut party, and my darling boss starts squinting at me from across the room. I yell out "whatch lookin at mate?" He then pelted out in front of everyone, "geesh cobber, if you're that big now, 'magine how big you'll be in four more months." At that moment, all eyes landed on my mid-section and the first maternity shirt that I had dared to wear into work. I was in want to snap a quick response back, but I just smiled/glared at him and chuckled. Obviously his little Aussie mother never taught him the tripartite golden rule: don't talk about a woman's age, size/weight, or natural hair color. There's so much to learn them!

See, even with priests, size matters...