Update on the Blog Design Lovin’: Thank you ALL for participating. And see? Now that you’ve dropped trow here, it’s easier to comment, isn’t it? People are really very nice to fellow commentors. Aren’t we?
I’m very glad I’ve left it up to the cards because I want, roughly,
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More talk about how my nipples can cut glass and I’m about to hurl at the sight of food 07/Dec/2005
I swear to you, I can convince a nun she’s pregnant. No, Really. I could. I think I have a problem. There should be a name for this. “reallybadguessingatpregnancysymptoms-drom” or “howthehellcouldIpossiblybebutIthinkitanyway-drom” or “mynippleshurtlet’sassumeit’sababy-drom” ‘cause y’all. Every. Effing. Month.
One of these days the girl-who-cried-pregnant will actually GET pregnant and there will be no people to give a rat’s ass. “Yea. Right” they’ll say. “Uhhu.. SUUUURRREEEE.” And “Are you SUUREEE you didn’t just pee on a used stick?”
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Now, if only I had her body… 05/Dec/2005
When Plumbers Crack is Sexy 04/Dec/2005
When it’s your husband scrubbing the kitchen floor with soft scrub and a brush.
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Are those fake? 03/Dec/2005
We went Christmas Tree Hunting today. I’ve been growing older and more grumpy each Christmas, although I fully admit having a child makes me a little giddy with the possibilities and hope of the season. Yet, still, I hold a realization that I am the grown up and all those cookies we bake will stay on my hips and all the crap we put out will have to be dusted and get put away and *I* will most likely be the one to do it. So where’s the line? Where is the “low stress, low maintenance” Christmas meets Scrooge? ‘Cause there are days when I swear to you, if I see one more damn pine needle in thy child’s mouth, I will toss the tree and buy a fake one.
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