Blog-shmog
Geez, you’d think I’d have a lot more to say. I talk a lot. I love to talk about myself, but I go start a blog and now I got nothin’. I started two posts…one that is a tag thing and another about meeting my wonderful husband (twenty years ago!). Haven’t finished either one. I thought I’d have more to say about turning 40. And I do, but I just haven’t said it. It always starts with me complaining that I see a new wrinkle or bag every day and I’m still fucking getting pimples! I might want to talk about being a witness to a really fun (for me) and exciting (for lots of people) birth! But I can’t officially write about that birth until I write about my friends other birth…over 3 year years ago!
Here’s all I really have to say: I have to pee. And if I don’t pee soon I’ll pee on myself. I know that because I had a really bad flu type thing that turned into a bad cough and now just an occasional cough…but nearly every time I cough I pee a little. Or a lot. Best place to cough is on the damn toilet so I can just cough and pee…cough some more…pee some more. So, I promise (pinkie swear) that I will post more. And I promise to start working on kegels (I’ve heard Ben Wa Balls are supposed to be helpful also!) so that I can stop coughing and yelling "damn it" if I’m not coughing on the toilet.
Oh, Happy April Fool’s Day!
