Jay and i went out for the first time without littleface last weekend. he took me to see "unborn". i'm gonna stop getting excited about scary movies. i always get disappointed. except with the saw movies.

okay, so, in the days leading up to this little outing, i was pretty damn anxious and nervous and scared and excited and i kept feeling like i was gonna piss on myself with all these emotions mixing together. why does alcohol have to get all up in the breastmilk? WHY? WHY? WHY?!

i must say i really miss the anticipation and excitement of getting ready to go out for a night with Jay. i miss actually having to put effort in something besides figuring out ways to entertain a baby. i spent almost 3 hours on my hair making sure it was perfectly bone straight with nice big curls at the ends. i made one of my gays come over to wax my eyebrows. that shit was getting to an unnatural degree of hideosity. i don't really know if that's a word, but i just made it one. i couldn't really put much effort into getting dressed since we were just going out for a movie and a quick stop at wendy's, but fuck, i looked good in my little black sweater and blue jeans. and my sweet husband brought me flowers. he's so stinkin cute. i can almost forgive the fact that he left his dirty socks in the bathroom right in front of the fucking toilet.

twenty minutes before it's time to leave, i'm rethinking some shit. i do not want to leave my baby. i'm not putting her to sleep. if she falls asleep, i'll wake her up and she'll get all fussy and Jess won't want to deal with her. i am not leaving my baby.

i was gonna take ava and go hide in a closet but i never got a chance to because Jay picked me up and threw me over his shoulder caveman style and threw me in the car. it's funny now that i'm thinking about it, but i was actually really pissed when he did that because he messed up my hair.

and then there was the movie. oh, i hate stupid scary movies because they turn me into that stereotypical loudmouth black girl you do not wanna get stuck next to because i will talk the whole damn movie about how black people would never get caught up in that type of shit.

"why are you walking towards the woods? that's where shit goes down."
"oh heeeelll no."
"token black chick. yeah, she gon' die in a minute."
"ooh, he is fine. i'd hit it."
"ew, why you all on that nasty floor blowing chunks?"
"oh, this is some bullshit."
"what in the fuck?!"

i had myself a gay ol' time embarrassing my husband. and you know the spicy chicken sammich never fails me. but i could not wait to get home and hug and cuddle with my precious little bear i missed so much. i felt kinda bad that i'd left her for so long. however, i do look forward to my next night out in another 4 months.
--i refused to spellcheck @ 5:05 PM | |