Not much to post today because I am being very girly and bloaty and crampy and dear sweet baby Jesus on a pogo stick, very, very bleedy. T made the mistake of coming over to my desk at work. In case you didn't know, we work for the same company in different departments.
Me:Hi baby, will you rip my uterus out?
T: Uh, no?
T: What the hell is wrong with you?
Me: I'm crampy blah and bloaty blah and bleedy blah.
T: Well, you'll be fine. No body part rip out thing...what you said.
Me: But look, I just read where Ms. Ryan got to have hers out.
T after reading blog post: Dear God, woman! She had fibroids! You have cramps! No! Absolutely not!
T: Is Ryan going to be ok? Did you send her a get well card at least?
Me: You always liked her more than me. You suck.
T: Ok, this conversation is over. I'm going back to my desk.
T: Love you too, baby.
Someone hand me yarn. Please.