WFH=wooF*ckinghoo and I mean it wholeheartedly!
I’m a lame-o. I canceled our Derby party. I invited 35 people…and then canceled it. Ya know, had I kept it to around 15 people I could have dealt but I added kids, and then the state of the yard being so awful, and the amount of work to get the house in order not to mention the expense of the booze and food and well…and then I have one dear friend (brain tumor guy) who refused to come because he and another guest don’t like each other and well– fuck it. So… as soon as I canceled it I felt disappointed. But the thought of having it gives me too much stress so really, there is no winning in this situation. The only way I would want to do it at this point is to have it catered and a staff of folks to run the thing and I guess I could swing it financially but it isn’t where I want to put my money right now……….oh no, I’m not OCD about this or anything!!! I can’t help it I turn into a huge psycho when entertaining…like down to the right table cloth, etc. I am not good at just being casual about it. I really wish I were.
So my freaky ass husband has gotten himself a tatoo. A huge, enormous tatoo of a pyramid of skulls…it is a copy of a Cezanne painting. I have been reluctant about this but have not said much because I don’t want to be that kind of wife…besides what can I really say? It is his body and he can do whatever he wants with it (except for his Richard Parker, that part is mine 
) Anyway, he is such a sweethearted guy and it gives him some kind of charge to act like a scary biker dude when he so completely isn’t, it’s comical. But I have to admit, it kind of gets me all tingly….it’s really nasty, bad-ass looking. I supposed we’re well matched…what can I say.
So NYC is Pope-alicious today which means DO NOT DRIVE YOUR CAR INTO THE CITY FOR ANY REASON. So I will be driving to Hoboken and taking the subway under the water into lower NYC. A nice change, it’s fine really. It’s supposed to be gorgeous. I’m stoked.
I don’t know what pushes me to share the inner workings of my woman-hood with y’all but I feel the need to let everyone within site of this blog know that my ovaries are not right this month. I have been ovulating for 3 days I believe. And it hurts as bad as regular cramps. THis must be one huge fucker of an egg… cuz it feels like Mt. Vesuvius just blew down there… my gosh! It’s funny, eventhough I am way off the baby-wanting issue, I still feel disappointed when we don’t have marital relations in the appropriate window of opportunity. WTF? I don’t even want to get pregnant. But we did take advantage this month so it’s up to God. And the Pope.
Have a great weekend peeps!
Screw all the stress. Have the mint juleps alone and relax. I’m looking forward to some casual cookouts this summer but even those get me a little crazy so I hear your angst.
A tatt, huh? He’s gonna be a badass on the bike this summer.
You know there’s no such thing in my opinion as TMI about the nether regions’ goings on! A huge egg… Ya just never know, ya know?
Have a sweet weekend, woman!
Richard Parker? LMAO!
I tried to convince my hubby to get a tattoo but he’s a wimpstick. LOL!
Sometimes when I ovulate, it feels like someone is picking at the banjo strings of my fallopian tubes or something. I swear, the meno can’t come too soon for me.