Half full weekend
So it was rainy and crappy here all weekend and I was ecstatic. We haven’t had rain in over three weeks and so this saved me hours of not watering, not fertilizing and not mowing the damned lawn.
What I did do was cook and sit on my ass watching movies and finally cleaning up the spare bedroom which has been a repository for all things that don’t fit in the rest of the house. On Saturday morning I called the Kimmel Center and ordered tickets for me and Train Guy to see David Sedaris in October and got awesome seats in the TENTH ROW. And then I cleaned the house. Not so happy doing it but thrilled with the result.
On Sunday afternoon while lying on the couch reading a book and half asleep I got a text message. It was Train Guy; “I love you.” Roll your eyes if you want but it makes my heart skip a beat and makes me grin. Then I think dirty thoughts…
Overall a good weekend. Of course now I’m back at work, I think I put on 5 pounds this weekend eating all my cooking, my dress for the wedding in Nantucket in two weeks is a wee bit tight, I now need to have another outfit for the morning after brunch, and to top it all off, I’m also starting to get a bit freaked out about how I will react being on a new pill with a bit more estrogen.
But I see this all as a lovely little experiment. Either I will get bigger boobs and be happy as a clam or I will turn into a raging lunatic, horrify poor Train Guy in front of his whole family, not fit into my outfits and look like a hooker in too-tight clothing.
But you know what? I’m going to be optimistic and just shoot for the bigger boobs. Best to start small.. I mean big.
What I did do was cook and sit on my ass watching movies and finally cleaning up the spare bedroom which has been a repository for all things that don’t fit in the rest of the house. On Saturday morning I called the Kimmel Center and ordered tickets for me and Train Guy to see David Sedaris in October and got awesome seats in the TENTH ROW. And then I cleaned the house. Not so happy doing it but thrilled with the result.
On Sunday afternoon while lying on the couch reading a book and half asleep I got a text message. It was Train Guy; “I love you.” Roll your eyes if you want but it makes my heart skip a beat and makes me grin. Then I think dirty thoughts…
Overall a good weekend. Of course now I’m back at work, I think I put on 5 pounds this weekend eating all my cooking, my dress for the wedding in Nantucket in two weeks is a wee bit tight, I now need to have another outfit for the morning after brunch, and to top it all off, I’m also starting to get a bit freaked out about how I will react being on a new pill with a bit more estrogen.
But I see this all as a lovely little experiment. Either I will get bigger boobs and be happy as a clam or I will turn into a raging lunatic, horrify poor Train Guy in front of his whole family, not fit into my outfits and look like a hooker in too-tight clothing.
But you know what? I’m going to be optimistic and just shoot for the bigger boobs. Best to start small.. I mean big.
posted by E at
Monday, August 28, 2006
1 Comments:
"Best to start small...I mean big" I'm laughing now, thanks. Sounds like the weekend of my dreams, Oh how I remember the days, you read a book , while the sun was up, or at least during daytime hours, woohoo...and David Sedaris!!!! Now I'm jealous, I can't wait to hear about it! Don't stress about the dresses, though I know you still will, you'll have fun I'm sure, at least now you get to shop for the morning after brunch one too....and of course you'll need some shoes!
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