Queen of Rambles

I finally decided to make my yummylicious potato soup. I’m using no fat half and half, so hopefully my belly won’t rebel too much.

I was reading a little bit from The Girlfriend’s Guide to Pregnancy (interesting book, not sure it’s worth full price though) and it said that increased Pissed-offedness was a sure sign of impending labor. If that’s the case, I’m about to erupt. Right now I feel like I could rip someone’s head off and make a nice human stew for dinner. It doesn’t really matter who’s head. If you look at me, talk to me, touch me, call me, or get within a 100 mile radius of me you are fair game. I know it’s irrational, but that’s just how I’m feeling today.

The A/C has finally been fixed, but it is now too late to go to the DMV. I suppose I could have left the guy here by himself and just went. That’s what I would have done at the other apartment complex. They always came in and did work while we were gone. Here, though, it just feels like they want you to be home. Maybe I’m getting the wrong feeling and I could have left. Oh well. There’s always tomorrow.

I was sitting here thinking that my apartment smelled like toe-jam, when I realized that I smell like toe-jam. I sniffed my pits (this pregnancy has really upped their stink factor), but they were fine. Then I realized that my ears smell like toe-jam. No wonder it’s so strong. My ears are RIGHT THERE BY MY NOSE. And they STINK. I love earrings, but can’t wear them because they make my ears all pus-filled and gross and red and painful. It smells like I’ve been wearing earrings, but I haven’t. I swear I have discharge coming out of every hole in my body–snot, milk, ear goo. . .

Uhhhh.

Ok, next topic.

My soup is smelling delectable. Don’t you wish you were here to have some? Of course, if you were here you would have to deal with me and that would offset the yumminess of the soup.

I wonder what happened to She-Dork. I should e-mail her sometime. I miss her posts.

I officially have one white lined curtain now. It was very easy to do and it looks ok. It could look a lot better, but I didn’t really put in a whole lot of effort when lining it. Unless you get up close and personal with the curtain you’ll never know that it lacks perfection. If you’d have told me two years ago that I’d line a curtain myself, I’d have laughed in your face. I certainly wouldn’t have believed that I could go in, sit down at my well used sewing machine (that I didn’t own at the time), mess with the different settings, and then zip zip zip have a curtain lined. Three more to go for the guest room. Still have to buy curtains for our bedroom. One of these days we are going to put up our living room curtains even if they aren’t white lined. What’s the worst they can do? Tell us to take them down? We won’t be out anything since we bought them last year (they are sheers, so I can’t line them. I could put up another row of white sheers behind them, but that just seems like too much work).

I have to go puree my soup. Maybe I should do it by hand. That might work out some of the pissed-offedness.

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