Haven't been around much this week because all I have to talk about is my irritable bowel. See how I think about you and your happiness? It's all I do, really ... think about you.
But oh, my intestinal woes this week have been mighty. My schedule yesterday was entirely dictated by "Bossy". Yep, that's what I've named her. She's a grouchy old girl.
In other news: Nope, no baby yet. But tonight's the full moon. I have full faith that she'll come when she's supposed to, but I'm also thinking that I really would like to hold her. It's a predicament, no?
Jimmy has today off work, and I'm hoping he'll get a little more painting done in the guest room. Sure would be nice to have it finished before the weekend is over. Last weekend, I agreed to "help", and it wasn't long before my brain exploded. I don't know how to say it any clearer: I HATE PAINTING. After totally screwing up the door, he allowed me to use the roller to cover the walls. My dental cleaning yesterday was WAY more fun ... and my gums were bleeding.
So today I've made a grocery list, and I'll be heading out for "the errands" soon ... that is, if Bossy says it's ok with her. That cranky bitch.