Yeah but honey, he can be a huge whiny pain in the ass, too. This is the stuff that dreams are made of.
Nah, because my knee-jerk assumption is that any need on my part will lead directly and with all haste to a breakup.
I realize that it's crazy. I do. But it's where my brain goes.
Meh.
For what it's worth, UTIs make me weepy and sad -- fragile and nearly depressed, until I've been on the antibiotics for 24 hours
You know what I want? I want dinner to magically appear, brought by the Dinner Fairies who have read my mind and know what I want for dinner even though *I* don't know what I want.
It's not outside the realm of possibility; just at the very very very very VERY far edge of it.
Oh geez. I bet. Also, stomach viruses.
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Mixy things? My ears and Harry Connick, Jr.'s singing.
I'm sure there are folks on this thread who can attest to me being a pain in the ass.
You won't have to look far, even.
Jilli, I'm sure you're aware, but you have again made it into Dork Tower. You have no idea how much it makes me smile when I see that happen.
Jilli, I'm sure you're aware, but you have again made it into Dork Tower.
Oooh, I wasn't aware!
scampers over to the website
You squee in your appearence.
You know what I want? I want dinner to magically appear, brought by the Dinner Fairies who have read my mind and know what I want for dinner even though *I* don't know what I want.
This, and what Cindy said, are exactly the ways I feel when I have UTI's. And I've had way too many of them. I'm so, so sorry you are feeling bad.
And not getting the right noises at the right time sucks major. Because the right noises at the right time seem to make everything so much better!
Blech. I hate that feeling...so I'll hate your bad feelings in solidarity.
Well, maybe 15-20 minutes after my last post, The Boy called (and I immediately thought "Does one of the Bitches *have* his cell phone number?") and said he was done with work for the night and did I want him to stop by?
Of course I said yes. So he stopped by, made "poor Teppy" sounds, and snuggled with me a bit, before going on his way. Though he didn't leave until he checked to see if I wanted him to make/get me food, and until he reminded me several times to drink lots of water.
So, my crazy brain was proved wrong. Yay!