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We'd ran around for a little after Dipshit picked up the girls for his weekend, went over and checked out the 1/2 Of 1/2 Store. We won't be going back there, it's nothing but an over-glorified, way over-priced thrift store that sells crap, and I didn't see a thing there that was a 'mall item' or a 'name-brand' thing that was worth the price they were asking for. Plus, I was looking at maternity things there... what a joke... found a pair of pants that they wanted $16 for but they were ripped along the band in the back and were supposedly the 'original' price of $65. Kiss. My. Ass. I am not paying that kind of money for damaged goods. But Roy found the shirt in the color he needed for the wedding we have to go to tomorrow.
Roy took me out to dinner tonight, I had vegetarian sushi and a couple California sushi rolls (I made sure they were on the safe list) along with my Chinese. I stayed away from anything that looked questionable or made my stomach turn.
I still ended up losing half of my meal into Pacific Rim's toilet. I felt absolutely horrible afterwards, as if Roy had wasted his money due to the fact my stomach's been off. He understood, thankfully. He felt bad that I had thrown up, too.
We went to WM afterward to pick up random things that we needed around the house. Apparently the man I used to have a huge crush/love interest in has moved to nights- not my circus, not my monkeys- I'd actually thought he had quit WM or had been fired or something, because I'd not seen his Transformer in a few weeks during the day. He did glance at me, and I up at him- only because I'd seen movement out of the corner of my eye- eh. Didn't feel nothing, didn't care, it is what it is. (Although what was really odd to me was that I'd had an incredibly weird dream with him in it about 2 weeks ago? I blame it on the prego hormones. He was dressed like a clown but without the makeup LOL) Too busy debating over headpieces with Roy at the time, and then a pair of Mizzou PJ pants caught my eye. I found (finally) the 4 pack of plastic pants to go over Z's ghetto booty for potty training. They're 3T, and after much debating between Roy and I, we opened up a pack and took a look at how big they were and if they'd fit over her butt. Of course, Roy kept pointing out 'like mother like daughter' with ghetto butts, and I kept calling him an asshole.
Well... I'm tired, and it's late.
Roy took me out to dinner tonight, I had vegetarian sushi and a couple California sushi rolls (I made sure they were on the safe list) along with my Chinese. I stayed away from anything that looked questionable or made my stomach turn.
I still ended up losing half of my meal into Pacific Rim's toilet. I felt absolutely horrible afterwards, as if Roy had wasted his money due to the fact my stomach's been off. He understood, thankfully. He felt bad that I had thrown up, too.
We went to WM afterward to pick up random things that we needed around the house. Apparently the man I used to have a huge crush/love interest in has moved to nights- not my circus, not my monkeys- I'd actually thought he had quit WM or had been fired or something, because I'd not seen his Transformer in a few weeks during the day. He did glance at me, and I up at him- only because I'd seen movement out of the corner of my eye- eh. Didn't feel nothing, didn't care, it is what it is. (Although what was really odd to me was that I'd had an incredibly weird dream with him in it about 2 weeks ago? I blame it on the prego hormones. He was dressed like a clown but without the makeup LOL) Too busy debating over headpieces with Roy at the time, and then a pair of Mizzou PJ pants caught my eye. I found (finally) the 4 pack of plastic pants to go over Z's ghetto booty for potty training. They're 3T, and after much debating between Roy and I, we opened up a pack and took a look at how big they were and if they'd fit over her butt. Of course, Roy kept pointing out 'like mother like daughter' with ghetto butts, and I kept calling him an asshole.
Well... I'm tired, and it's late.