.... i'm not dead.

-although sometimes i do think about killing my husband. really, how hard is it to put your goddamn socks in the hamper after you take them off? trifling sonofabitch. it never fails. he gets in bed with socks on, but when he gets out of bed they're gone. i get to find them all stuffed down in the footboard when i make the bed in the morning. it makes my eye twitch.

-it would be so nice to experience the first trimester of pregnancy without raging morningnoonandnight sickness. next wednesday will be 9! weeks. :-)

-my littleface.....so much cuteness and wants so desperately to break her face. the sadist in me wants to let her fall off the bed so that maybe she'll stop crawling to the edge and dangling herself face-first and then shrieking "MAMA!" as loud as she possibly can. oh yes, she crawls, she says 'mama' [along with quite a few other new words], and she destroys almost everything she touches now. oh, joy!

-so much craziness going on right now. weddings, funerals. michael jackson died and i was the only person in the world who didn't give a fuck. i'm just glad it wasn't prince. we could make beautiful little curly-haired midget babies together. WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME THE WAY I LOVE YOU?!?!

-knowing that i'm certifiably crazy doesn't bother me at all.
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