Hey, you.
Yeah, you.
If you have received a comment from me anytime after 8:30 pm CST, please bear with whatever the fuck I said as I am drinking.
Colorado Bulldog(s), in case you were wondering: equal mix vodka, baileys w/some Pepsi and milk ('cause there's no cream in this fridge or half and half or whatever).
Mr. DD has gone shopping and X is watching Robotz for the 3rd time today. It's after his bedtime (X's, not Mr. DD's) and I don't give a shit.
I had to go through some of X's clothes earlier today in prep to either put them on the garage sale or give them away to friends. And guess what? That kinda' sucked.
And I noticed I have a bunch of people who have added me to their bloglines. Oh, honey. You know that this is no longer an "infertility" blog, don't you? Sorry if you feel like you got a little bit of the ole' bait-n-switch there. I'm just a bitter old hag who won't have any more stories about "2WW" or "cootercams" or "my fertile friends and relatives suck". OK, probably more stories about the fertile friends and family sucking.
Personal factoid: I'm drunk, but I think everything looks like it's properly spelled and grammer appears to be within average. Everything's A-fucking-OK!
Tuesday 2 May 2006
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