Yesterday, I was incredibly moody. Whether the moons of Saturn were waxing gibbous and freaking with my chi, or if it was The Almighty Hormones, I do not know, but I was just ridiculous. We had planned to go out for breakfast and were aiming for 9am. At 8:45, facing the prospect of Not Leaving On Time, I started accusing Beardie of killing hungry puppies, or something along those lines. On a Sunday! Later that day, when I tried on an unflattering dress which was very hessian sacky, Beardie gave me his honest opinion and told me that it looked like a potato sack. To which I accused him of being Hitler in his former life and of ripping out my heart, trampling it underfoot, and ruining my life in general. The poor boy.
These are all gross exaggerations. OR ARE THEY????!!11?
But you get the picture.
Today I am fine!
On the matter of my health:
- In a couple of weeks, my Doctor will get some cold instruments and start fiddling around with my lady parts. This will be so he can determine the health of my cervix. Hoorah! It will be my first ever Pappy-McPapSmear, and quite frankly, I would rather spend that hard-earned day off on the couch with some cake.
- Beardie and I have just arrived home from a Brisk Walk. This is fitness attempt, #337. I am depressed that of the many times I have tried to get my arse into gear and increase my fitness level to something better than geriatric, I have quit 100% of the time. But sometimes not for many months! Let's see how this goes, and hopefully I will shape up and start posting pictures of my arse in hotpants on the interweb.
- A cable arrived for my camera, which means I can plug it into my computer and the vlogging will (may) commence shortly. I have included this under the health topic, because it will be bad for YOUR health, when I subject you to crap jokes and perhaps some Very Shit Guitar.
3 comments:
Dude, fitness kick and a pap test? Good lord you know how to have fun. As an aside I started a new exercise kick today and it kinda sucks calls. Good luck with the pap test, just think that as soon as it's done you don't have to have another one for 2 years. Hooray!
translation of sucked calls = balls. Heh, I said balls.
Lucy, yep, I'm a glutton for punishment. But hey, if I get all the crap out of the way at once maybe I will end up as someone with a hot bod who knows that she has a healthy cervix, and that would be sweet.
(balls, snort)
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