How did you guess?

Sometimes you just need to get some pretty new shoes:

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(The dark silver/black ones)

Now I just need to figure out what sort of leg covering to wear with them to the rehearsal dinner I'm going to Friday. I'm wearing a black wrap dress.

Oooh, sparkly and pretty!

I am truly joining Lee in Vegas. Woohoo!

I think the nurse at my GP's office thinks I'm beyond rude for clutching my tablet through her examination and all the way through the session. She was giving it dirty looks. But it's my new workflow! Even though my doc gives a wrapup sheet, he forgot the bit about the timing of my colon cancer screening. Maybe my sister knows, though. I refuse t check google. But apparently, having a mother with it means I don't wait until 50. But I don't know how early is early.

When moths get into an unopened bag of cereal, say, how do they get in in? I can see getting into the box, but what arcane magicks get them into the plastic? Do they eat that too? I can't bear to examine the bags, so I don't know.

Them there shoes are sweet. I vote black fishnet for the limbs.

I vote black fishnet for the limbs.

That's what I was thinking too! Why don't I have any right now?? I hope they have some at the Macy's in the World's Saddest Mall near my office. Or that there is someplace easy to get some between Oakland & Sacramento or Sacramento & Napa (our travels on Thursday / Friday morning).

Mine are as well. Shorter, but worse. Like my uterus wants to pack all of the pain and gore into less time. Really, I'd prefer the other option. Where I am uncomfortable for four or five days instead of completely incapacitated for two or three.

My aren't as bad as they were, but I have had cramps lately for the first time since my teens. And my PMS is off the charts like whoa. It always takes a day of utterly foul and/or despairing moods before I figure out it's hormones, not being completely broken

How did you guess?

It didn't go political, or particularly judgemental, just odd.

And it said Tommy.

I need the number of the freight train that hit me over the weekend. I'm still feeling like absolute crap. I was sick a few weeks ago and went from snotty to asthmatic. Did a course of the hated Prednisone and was feeling pretty good for a while. Then WHAMO. I'm still in the snotty, no energy, hacking, blech stage and REALLY hoping to avoid the angry lung stage. Again.

I'm ready for menopause to just take over on the girly stuff. My cycles are short but incapacitating. Cramps from hell. I'm done with the kid having, just go away uterus.

Related back to the first thing, this morning when I shuffled out of my room CJ (who is on fall break) hopped up and popped the last two pumpkin pancakes from yesterday into the micro. I was kinda irked as I was hoping to nosh on them for breakfast. Well, he was heating them up for me along with making me a cup of tea. K-Bug has heavily suggested both to him before she left for work this morning. I love my kids.

Mine are as well. Shorter, but worse. Like my uterus wants to pack all of the pain and gore into less time. Really, I'd prefer the other option. Where I am uncomfortable for four or five days instead of completely incapacitated for two or three.

Mine have been longer and worse since I went off the pill.