A new day
Today I woke up (late) and hopped (crawled) out of bed feeling as crappy, if more so, than yesterday. Poor Trent, who is feeling the brunt of my prenatal bitchiness, tried to make me a nice dinner last night, but it made me want to vomit. Normally, I would’ve scarfed it up in .37 seconds, but yesterday was not a fun day. Today, I woke up to a smell that I usually think is sexy, Trent’s cologne, which I bought for him BECAUSE I LOVED THE SMELL. Today, this smell, like so many others I used to love, made me want to blow chunks. I got to work thinking,”Fuck me, another fucking day of laying on the bathroom floor.” But the feeling just slipped away. I DON’T FEEL LIKE VOMITING! PRAISE THE LORD! Everyone needs to simultaneously knock on wood, right now!
YEAH! Megan has control over her baby tummy.
I have to take the opportunity to use this wonderful website to complain about the phantom cheese thief in my office. This is the second time a whole packet of sliced cheese has been taken from my food stash in the fridge. I am assuming that since EVERYONE in my office makes double my salary at the very least that it wasn’t any of them and that it is the janitorial staff. What The FUCK! There are plenty of other yummy things in the fridge so why take the cheese! We even have string cheese! I like to have the luxury of making myself an egg sandwich in the mornings and it is just not the same without the cheese! Tonight I will be setting up a fake camera in the kitchen with a nice note and a one dollar bill. Lets see what happens. I want my cheese back.