but i digress. because my gyno was all "we can switch you to another pill" and i was all "no thanks because i swear the one i'm on now is the only one covered by my insurance and i'm too cheap to pay for it because that would cut into other various, useless shit i buy on a regular basis." and she was like "oooook? so you're ok with bleeding?" and i was like "well i don't like love it but it's better than before when i would bleed out for like four weeks time." and she was like "touche." and then i was like "i just think my menstrual cycle is too powerful and it can't be tamed with traditional means that work on other female cycles." and then she looked at me like i was nuts and then burst out laughing. and then she was like "i've never heard it described like that before. i'm using it from it now on. it'll be a power surge." and i was all "we're a good team." and then i high-fived her and said "see ya next year."
p.s. this year i won the no finger in the butthole lottery at my gyno. this is my second year dodging that terrible bullet. and don't act like i'm nuts for having this happen. because people have questioned this and it's totally thing. i googled it.
please regale me with your gyno appointment stories.
i need to be entertained.
i need to be entertained.
really i just wanted to tell you that i can't believe i actually worked out at 5:15 this morning. that's one for the record books, methinks. people don't do gifts for this halfway, almost to a year of being married anniversary, do they? i hope not. if they do then my gift to shitler is me going to the gym this morning and also only being half way drunk when he gets home from bowling tonight.
HAPPY DAY TO YOU SHITLER.
also can we talk about how six months ago we were frolicking on a beach and now it's november and politics is upon us and it's cold and i don't want to do anything at all except eat and hibernate?
p.s. this is a fun wedding photo that sometimes makes me want to "squeeeee!"
p.p.s. i wish i were better at blogging.
but really this weekend is minneapolis time.
thank goodness gracious because that means nikki time and also matt's bar because jucy lucys and beer for me but just a jucy lucy for nikki. and really all i want to do for halloween is lay on the couch in our sweatpants while we wait for the pumpkin seeds to bake and watch hocus pocus. because an exact replica of sophomore year halloween in college when we weren't real adults would be my dream. because now we're old and married (and only half of us is knocked up) and it's too much work to go to madison for halloween and avoid getting trampled and tear gassed like we did that one year. instead we will just do things like nap, get married, and be pregnant (not me, her).
p.p.p.s. i'm still going to do that smut link up. i swear. maybe you don't care. but i'm thinking november. let's discuss more about it on monday.
p.p.p.p.s. i think i'm doing the multiple p.s. thing wrong but i don't feel like googling it.
and then i was all david after dentist and "IS THIS REAL LIFE?"
so yes. ladies (and no gentlemen, i'm sure) i totally won. but the kicker is that shitler has refused both of my options for the conditions of the bet. which leaves me with having won nothing. which leads me to the point of this post. which is your help. your help in picking out what i shall now demand since shitler will not acquiesce with my demands of a kitten or my other wedding band.
what would you demand as spoils
of the fantasy football rivalry week win?