a word to the wise

please don't ask me if I/me/we were using birth control while performing perfectly legal sex acts with one another. I think the end result speaks for itself, don't you? It's safe to say, I'm no better than a sixteen year old getting herself knocked up except for the small fact - I've finished high school and college and my body was already shot.

Please don't ask me if I want a boy since I have two girls that adore and idolize their father while insinuating I should totally get my turn on the love train. Girls ARE drama but man o' man! is it great when Rich has to take both girls to ballet because they love him so and can't stand to be apart from him for one nano second. This leaves me my weekly one hour veg time. I love it and wouldn't trade it for a boy or a pet fish.

Please don't ask me when I'm due. I don't have a clue. I'm praying it's later than than earlier otherwise, this child might have an extra fin and five googly eyes due to the alcohol consumed within the month of April.

Please respond to my emails, calls, and SCREAMING your name FIVE TIMES - IMMEDIATELY!!!!  If you don't respond quickly, you will be responsible for the HAPPY, SAD, CRY, CRY, "YOU DON'T LOVE ME!" CRY, CRY, and then back to NORMAL response - all within four minutes time.

I totally forgot about this stage: the bitch,whorehormonal ball of unreasonable emotions. Good times... Good times.....