Wanna know a secret?
(Don't worry, this post is so not going to be like yesterday's post. I swear it!)
Confession: sometimes I have no idea what to blog about.
Unless I thought you wanted to hear about my monster cramps. Then, I would have something to say about how I am kind of delighted that there is still no fetus growing inside me. But, you wouldn't want to know that. Not necessarily.
I think I am about to be super exciting: I'll go lay in bed with a heating pad, the book I'm reading, and a crossoword puzzle. I will require hubs to bring me my dinner. Of course, I'd prefer to be spoon-fed large bites of his fanfrakingtastic chicken salad, but fear that this request may only result in hubs laughing at me.
In other news: I think I am depressed because I watched Up In the Air last night, and even George Clooney's crows feet wasn't enough to leave me with a warm fuzzie. That movie is straight.up.sad.
So, I am now going to eat chocolate covered advil tablets (they should totally make those, by the way) and laze away the painful hours until my uterus decides to be nice to me again.
Thank you for readingspice.
(Don't worry, this post is so not going to be like yesterday's post. I swear it!)
Confession: sometimes I have no idea what to blog about.
Unless I thought you wanted to hear about my monster cramps. Then, I would have something to say about how I am kind of delighted that there is still no fetus growing inside me. But, you wouldn't want to know that. Not necessarily.
I think I am about to be super exciting: I'll go lay in bed with a heating pad, the book I'm reading, and a crossoword puzzle. I will require hubs to bring me my dinner. Of course, I'd prefer to be spoon-fed large bites of his fanfrakingtastic chicken salad, but fear that this request may only result in hubs laughing at me.
In other news: I think I am depressed because I watched Up In the Air last night, and even George Clooney's crows feet wasn't enough to leave me with a warm fuzzie. That movie is straight.up.sad.
So, I am now going to eat chocolate covered advil tablets (they should totally make those, by the way) and laze away the painful hours until my uterus decides to be nice to me again.
Thank you for readingspice.
Comments
Hmmm...chicken salad sounds good...
Feel better!
I so don't miss thing. That's one of the benefits of getting old. :)
"Up in the Air" sad? Really? You mean the end? You didn't see that coming all along?
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Good luck getting over your lady business. Make your Huz be your slave!
BTW, I have an award for you over on my blog.
Last time it had me crying at the end of The Little Mermaid.