Are you sure it is just gas?

Well, I went to the doctor when it kicked in for like 3+ days last year (combined with menstrual cramps OMGWTF), and she didn't seem very concerned. Then again, this was a crappy doctor. I've switched, and when I see the new doctor again, I'll ask about it again.

Today I have the lovely lovely PMS and am having the big hate-on for myself. I am usually pretty nice to other people when I am PMS-y and reserve all the vitriol for the voices in my head. But at least no horrendous gas pains, which I do sometimes get, and which SUCK.

I brought a Lush gift box back from Hawaii for my bath-loving housemate to thank her for taking care of the animals and I have created a LUSH ADDICT. She wants to order Lush for all our friends and order a crate of those mmmmelt things.

I wonder why they don't have a store in the area? She could singlehandedly support them.

In other news (except not really because surely a hot, good smelling bath would help) I done fell out while running yesterday morning. I took a dive on the concrete sidewalk. I knew it would happen eventually and I'm lucky I didn't break, or sprain, or twist anything but boy am I sore today! My arms feel like I did a million pushups yesterday and my poor left boob. yow.

Heh...Lush Lover housemate just said "i don't think i would like all of their stuff, but the stuff which i like i like 110%...that's right, i said it, just like a professional athlete or a motivational speaker. 110%!"

Well, I have red hair. I'm not sure it's even, but it sure is red!

Flood plains for building? Uh, no. I've lived in a couple of areas in NC where the development folks essentially said, "This will flood every five years or so. Let's call it a park and sell the surrounding land at twice the price!" So we got greenspaces and they got money and no one's house got washed away when the semi-annual hurricaines came through.

Of course, this was long before the skyrocketing land values around here, so for all I know they're putting up million dollar homes where Crabtree Creek used to be. And will be again.

Heh. Your housemate is cracking me up, lisah. It does souind like a hot good-smeling bath would help. As is so often the case.

I took a Jasmine Fairy Bomb bath on New Years Eve thinking I wanted to be sparkly to go out (Thanks Lee!). I didn't go out, but being sparklyis its own reward, sometimes. And continuing to find sparkles everywhere (on me, on DH, on the furniture) nearly two weeks later is most amusing.

I am usually pretty nice to other people when I am PMS-y and reserve all the vitriol for the voices in my head.

Robin, snipe at us. We're much more likely to forgive you than the voices in your head. Unlike them, we're convinced you're a good person.

If anyone comes up with an answer for the gas thing, tell all of us. I think mine is left over from the stomach-flu-like thing I had this weekend, but it's a good thing I live alone. And don't smoke.

I overslept, which is probably a good thing because I've been staying up too late not finishing stuff. I can't seem to wake up, though, and I still have a lot more stuff to not finish.

I think most of my state is a flood plain.

I think I'd underestimated the power of the Lush. I'm trying to talk myself out of using my Kissletoes bath bomb today, because then I won't have anymore until my next fun day in Boston. I think I'm ok with that, though, because its cold and snowy and I want to.

I understand the addiction now. There's just so much that sounds good- I want to sample and find my one true favorite.