And how was your day?

My morning looked like this Do you know how insulting it is to have someone point at your mouth and shout "Off!" fifty times a day? Very.

Toddler thuggery aside, I am, for no apparent reason, feeling much better. Now, if only I could stop leaking from the nether regions like I have a transmission problem I might graduate from "feeling better" to positively chirpy. I don't mean to set myself up as the Internet's foremost authority on miscarriages or anything, but if you are planning on one yourself go ahead and pencil in a full two weeks of bleeding and spotting. I don't care what your doctor said.

On a related note, Steve keeps moaning that he has NEEDS in a rising crescendo like I never thought it would happen to me but- but bleh, says I. What I actually said, as opposed to what I thought which is Sex sounds repellent, is what the nurse said to me: "Nothing vaginal until you see your OB." I conscientiously repeated this to Steve who got the most disturbing gleam in his eye and said, "Not a problem." I have been keeping my distance ever since.

I also have NEEDS and spent last week ordering shoes, bedside tables, a new quilt and a case of wine off the internet in rapid succession. I'm not usually one for the soothing but temporary effects of durable goods consumption but when Fazer mints fail me I start to panic. The shoes had to be sent back, the bedside tables are backordered until March, the quilt has velvet patches that have already sucked up every cat hair in a 600 foot radius... but the wine is good. Wine is always good.

Now to avoid Finkfaces, senior and junior, until the one has cooled off and the other has learned to love again.