In "No, Alanis, THIS is the meaning of irony" news, for the past couple of weeks I've been telling Rob, "No, lets wait until the honeymoon, it'll be so much better that way." And now? Turns out I'll be having my period during our honeymoon.
Fuck. Me.
Rachel
Thursday, July 16, 2009
My sister makes me laugh, because she writes like a very polite, very pompous and very educated British person when she gets mad, complete with the delightful closing, "Ever most sincerely."
Housekeeping
A few things, in bullet list form:
- No one, and I mean NO ONE, fucks with my husband. I don't care if it's a random stranger or a blood relative, if you make him upset, I will make YOU upset. I am fiercely protective of him and I will not allow anyone to use him or mistreat him in any way.
- I'm going to start my own NaBloPoMo challenge for August: Your fears. It can be anything from actual fears (snakes) to imagined fears (snakes under the bed) to fears about the future. Who wants to do this with me?
- When you have a child, you should be able to send them someplace when the turn 13 and get them back when they turn 21 and/or aren't an asshole anymore.
- I joined a gym. God help us all.
- There are days when I wish I didn't have to deal with other females.
My 4th of July...
Saturday, July 4, 2009
1. Worked
2. Did chores
3. Folded lots of laundry
4. Watched the police helicopter circle over the neighborhood, with the cops shouting on the bullhorn to whoever they were after while they held a rifle out the copter window.
2. Did chores
3. Folded lots of laundry
4. Watched the police helicopter circle over the neighborhood, with the cops shouting on the bullhorn to whoever they were after while they held a rifle out the copter window.
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