Word of the day: Stabby*
I'll spare you all the gorry details, but from the time my eyes opened this morning I knew this day was designed to make me feel stabby. And this was before I knew I'd be blow drying my clothes. Damn dryer.
There are two words that make the heartiest of ttc'ers*** want to hole up in the house with the intoxicant of her choice.
Baby. Shower.
Think that sounds like enough trauma for one afternoon outing? If only I were so lucky! This little gathering is for my baby cousin, Hailey. Born when I was eleven, she was my own personal babydoll. This was gonna be a tough one, but I couldn't just skip out. Yes, the thought crossed my mind but I didn't want to be a whiny pain in the ass about this. Plus due to a situation at "the office", the whole, "Aaw, had to work! Hate that I had to miss it!" thing wasn't a possibility.
It was a perfectly plesant little party (Complete with family gossip! We are not a particularly talented bunch but if spreading nasty little tidbits about recently ex'd family members becomes a marketable skill, every last one of us will be millionaires!), but looking at pink frilly everything while wearing damp clothes can only be so fun for a 32 year old who's nearly 6 years into TTC Land.
Did I make a drink the moment I got home?
Damn skippy I did! And discovered a great new concoction, Strawberry DrPepper!****
Stabby feeling fades...
And then...? you ask.
My husband walks in. "We're going to my super asshat buddy's house and this is gonna take a lot longer than I'm gonna tell you. Come on!"
Stabby. Very stabby!
Current peeve: Asshat's who reproduce with other asshats then have contests to see who's gonna screw this kid up the worst. For the record, super asshat is winning.
Current bliss: Peace & quiet.
*Trademark: Jen Lancaster... Well, probably not, but she totally should. And asshat. For God's sake, stop allowing those School of Night nitwits free run with such a quality word. They were throwing it around like they'd invented it in that last book.**
**Not that I'd know. I got half way thru the first one and passed 'em along to my mom & sister. And for some reason she's kept reading them. She no longer gets to give me shit about... well anything! Any mindless goo I may read cannot compare.
***ttc- trying to concieve.
****One fortouitious night while carhopping at Sonic I tried a Strawberry DrPepper. My life was forever changed. DrPepper & Strawberry Pucker is just as wonderful but with alcohol!
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