Trouble in Paradise
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I have been intentionally letting our foster dog poop in my neighbors yard. I have to take him out on a leash and I swear he will only poop if it's somehow illegal, like in someone else's yard. He goes in the tall ground cover next to the driveway, where they have never and would never go because they are a zillion years old and it's a steep hill. They are miserable, mean old c v n t s, and I find myself chuckling every time as we sprint back to the house.
These are the same old bags that left the note about my compost right after we moved in.
Re: Confession
When you've been married this long, you need a ticker to remind you.
Baby Boy M - 08/01/2013
I took a pregnancy test this morning because I can't figure out what is going on with my period. I am charting and by all accounts the temperature drop should mean that the period is on the way. Still nada.
BFN-- which I am only slightly disappointed by. H & I discussed TTC around Abby's 2nd birthday vs. her first. I am a little disappointed by that, but I think it would be best all around. I need to lose weight and H (for whatever reason) believes that two year spacing is better for the kids. He is a very methodical person, so I am sure he has done research or some shyt. lol
So now, where the fook is my period?! Unless I just tested too early and completely fooked up NFP (charting to avoid). It worked for 8 years prior to Abby so I can't imagine I would suck so royally at it now. WTF, body. WTF?
Motzie! You naughty, naughty girl!!
I have no confession, except that I am in a royally bad mood today. I expect it to stick.
I didn't look much further than that since that's the gap we're shooting for, so I was all 'sh*t yeah!' and that's about as deep as I got, hah.
It takes your body an average of 3 years to fully recover from the trauma that is child birth. Yikes!
3.5 years is close enough, right? RIGHT?
I looked at your sig after reading this.
And confirmed... yes, you are a fooking crackhead!
Currently Reading: Don Quixote by Miguel De Cervantes