I fell behind last night, and I am saddened by that fact...I was doing birthday things with the fiance (who treated me to dinner at Friday's...my birthday tradition...along with a frozen Cosmopolitan and happy funtimes Red Sox music!). BUT I have a funny story to tell this morning.
I had this amazing dream, you see, in which teh boy found out that he was actually supposed to be the king of some country. He was crowned king and everyone was crying and I was like "WOOHOO I AM QUEEN NOW AWESOME!!" and we were checking out the castle after everyone left because, hey, it's a castle, and it had more cable TV channels than we'd ever EVER seen, including one that was just Marlon Wayans doing stupid stuff 24/7. Anyway, all of a sudden, the major domo shows up and tells teh boy, "You'd best get that bitch (meaning me) in pup. You need an heir, and if she can't give you one, you need to get rid of her."
So that was unhappy. And then I woke up, and my period had started, which leads me to only one conclusion:
My ovaries are teh boy's major domo.
Seriously! It was like one of those sitcom sequences where the woman's getting older and her ovaries start playing characters in her dreams or manifesting as dancing babies...I thought that was just a sitcom thing, but it's NOT. It happened to me! And I think it's hilarious.
...not hilarious enough for me to stop using the patch and condoms and throw all my plans for the next two years to the wind, but still hilarious.