My Super Extra-Long Period (now, with added Ultra-Cramps!) only ended a few days ago, and I am already getting PMS-y and bloated. Damn this whole bad reproductive system thing. I am so ready to go into the Gyno's office on Friday and say "Let's yank this uterus, dude. And do it fast, my car is idling out front."
ETA: Check my nice round number! Yahoo!
Ugh, Robin. That really sucks!
sj, you should have e-mail.
Oh Robin, I'm so sorry. What a miserable experience.
{{{Robin}}}
vw, is the best! Also, my obnoxious neighbors are quiet again.
Oh, Kristin, you'll love this!
In writing an in-class essay today, answering a question on some Hawthorne tales, I called Hawthorne wrongheaded, kind of. But, the word wrongheaded was used. Twice. It was quite fun.
Wrongheaded strikes me as just the right word for Hawthorne.
I actually really like Hawthorne, but some of his ideas are wrongheaded. There's just no two ways about it.
Robin's girly bits shoulda oughta better behave.
vw, sometimes it's really nice to be offline for a while.
I know what each of the words mean, but the sentence, not so much.
I'm sorry your girly bits are making surgery seem like such a fine idea, Robin.