Today is like...fifty billion post day. I'm not even sure why. I just got all verbose and found it necessary to drop some words on some virtual pages.
After the last post of mega-watt anger I felt like I needed to decompress with a little happy. I just wish the happy decompression could include a nice hard cider, but internal fetus-friend would rather I didn't.
So here is the happy:
1. The zofran is working. Hooray! And please no one look into the zofran and find bad things about it and tell me so I get all paranoid and refuse to take it. This is the first time in three weeks I have not felt like hurling all over my shoes and I just want to enjoy it guilt-free please.
2. T.G. and I are sort of vaguely house hunting-ish. It occurred to us that once internal fetus-friend grows into a nice pink and white baby and shows up on the outside our house will really be feeling the strain. We've only got three bedrooms and the third bedroom is more like a glorified airing closet. Plus we're already using it as an office and where oh where shall we put the computer once our family expands? I enjoy house hunting, but am constantly needing to reigned in by the fiscal genius that is my darling husband. I float about the MLS picking out castles in Spain while he sets actual price limits and realistic whatnot in the little spaces for the search engine. However this does not curb my enjoyment. Once we see a house we like we do a 'Driveby', also totally fun. Plus looking at houses on the MLS is often funny because you would not BELIEVE the way real estate agents word stuff to make something awful sound appealing. We giggle our way through listing after listing wondering how they come up with this crap.
3. Tomorrow, if I am not vomiting on my shoes, I shall join my mother in a little yardsaling. Wheeee! I can't wait.
Well, those are my three happy things. Ah, so chill now. I am like Ghandi meets Janice from the Electric Mayhem Band. :)
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