Maybe I should expand on that last one a little.
When my husband and I get in fights, I get in really bad moods. I had already started to write a post when he became angry at me for undisclosable reasons, and I decided I didn’t want to be in the computer room any more. Hence the abbreviated post, and nothing interesting.
I’m over it now.
Soon, we get to move into our new apartment. Along with all the CRAP that goes with moving, (including changing bills, addresses and phone/cable/internet) I’m really excited to get to move in. We have a really nice looking place, and two (yes TWO!) bathrooms. I get my own bathroom! We’re also gonna ferret proof it because they allow ferrets, and we have Tycho. I haven’t gone to see Tycho in a few days, and I feel bad. In fact, it’s coming up on a week now. And I feel really bad.
In the Saga of the Birth Control Patch, I changed my patch this morning. Have you ever wondered how these things can stay on for an entire week? I’m about to tell you how! They use an adhesive roughly equivalent to the worlds strongest super glue, that’s how. I no longer have any hair remaining on the area where my first patch was located. I’ma keep this PG, but that farker HURT when I pulled it off. I also winced as I put the next one on, as I know what will come in the future. I placed the new one on my “tush.” We’ll see how this works out.