Right now is the delightful part of the month… the sex-a-thon where sex knows no boundaries. Thank goodness I’m married or I’d be branded a slut. It’s all in the the good name of child creating. Go us. I guess were both just giving people.
Thankfully my husband goes to work everyday so I can rest up, catch a few Zzzz, watch Sex and the City on DVD (which my lovely husband and mother bought me one christmas) and get on with my knitting. Which I am sure will be a faze I will grow tired of quickly.
After the stress of last month I decided to take a chillpill and try my best to go with the flow. It’s not really working but the fact I’m trying is a good sign… right? Steve meantioned last night that I seemed a lot calmer but maybe that was just the afterglow…
Steve Brady (on SATC) always pulls at my heart strings and Charlotte’s infertility problems hit sooooo close to home. Each of the characters make me miss something about each of my friends… and make me want to go out and buy gorgeous and outrageous shoes.
This post is not well defined or meant for any other purpose but than to blurt out the little blogging energy I have in me today. Sex is on the brain and the DVDs really aren’t helping and I guess neither are the hormones. Tomorrow I hit my peak so all bets are off.
Oh… talking about tomorrow, I have a job interview. I know, totally crazy. I saw a job I didn’t hate the sound of and thought “hey why not, all they can do is reject me”… Ok, so I was in a bit of a masochist mood but it backflipped on me. Without thinking a single thought about my swift job application I opened my inbox to discover a very reassuring email asking to interview me tomorrow. Yay me!
Now… what will I wear?