i have no idea
yes, this round of pms is totally going to my hips. furthermore, my boobs are so sore they feel bruised or something. owwie. and i have cramps. i hate how men don't get cramps.
i think i might whine the whole autumn away. my annual bitterness at the demise of summer has sunk me deep into a funk. and losing my cell for a while has only spurred my anti-social, misanthropic mood. poor b - he gets the brunt of my emo-storms. but lucky for him, somehow he coaxes the sun back out.
in fact, yesterday was gloriously golden as i went to my very first nfl game - yay! i love going to sporting events (except nascar - just wouldn't enjoy watching cars looping around all afternoon.), and football might be edging out hockey in my preferences. i like to surprise b by tossing out random football facts (i did grow up around a sports-obsessed father and brother). unfortunately, i pretty much missed most of the seahawks-stomping-on-the-niners action by waiting in line for ice cream. ice cream in october. maybe i'll bet my bottom dollar on tomorrow after all.
it might be that the way out of my funk has nothing to do with me and everything to do with taking care of those around me. especially those who eschew balmier climes and stick around just for me in spite of me.
i think i might whine the whole autumn away. my annual bitterness at the demise of summer has sunk me deep into a funk. and losing my cell for a while has only spurred my anti-social, misanthropic mood. poor b - he gets the brunt of my emo-storms. but lucky for him, somehow he coaxes the sun back out.
in fact, yesterday was gloriously golden as i went to my very first nfl game - yay! i love going to sporting events (except nascar - just wouldn't enjoy watching cars looping around all afternoon.), and football might be edging out hockey in my preferences. i like to surprise b by tossing out random football facts (i did grow up around a sports-obsessed father and brother). unfortunately, i pretty much missed most of the seahawks-stomping-on-the-niners action by waiting in line for ice cream. ice cream in october. maybe i'll bet my bottom dollar on tomorrow after all.
it might be that the way out of my funk has nothing to do with me and everything to do with taking care of those around me. especially those who eschew balmier climes and stick around just for me in spite of me.