"My girl, you know, she lashes out at me sometimes, and I just fucking kick her in the OOOH BABY!"
The extreme discomfort of "that time of the month" coupled with whatever stomach bug that's been terrorizing my family is putting me in a bit of sensational pain. (At least the rest of the family seems to be doing better today, even Cody.) I really hate when I can't do things because some part of me hurts too much for the rest of me to move. This occasion's example: missing the public display of cross-dressing--which is also missing hanging out with Alexi who is leaving on Monday. I am determined to be well enough to see him tomorrow tho!