When I went to see my sister with my bestest friend banana Bridgitta I walked into a conversation about taxes and disability. (Bridgette was helping the church my sister works at do accountant stuff) So they were talking about how if Helen got pregnant again she could get disability and I said oh does that mean I can have disability? I forgot I had not told them yet that I was pregnant. I thought I had oh so stealthily steered the conversation away from pregnancy when my sister asked “are you pregnant?” She’s a smart wily one that sister of mine is. So I promptly lied “no.” I am a liar.