More rain?! You've got to be kidding me. And I think I did it wrong when I planted that rosebush yesterday - I don't think there's enough dirt and I need some mulch.
I love being up early on a Sunday, with nowhere to go and nothing to do. I'm going to have some hot tea and catch up on the lives of my bloggy friends and eventually I'll probably clean something and eat something, but for now, this is all there is and it is good.
Do you keep track of how long it's been since the last time you had sex? Do you have that internal calendar? Jimi says all women do. He says guys don't do that - though I imagine this isn't a topic he's sat around and discussed with Steve or Jason over beers, so he probably actually just means HE doesn't do that. (And if you're one of those bitches who manages to find time for sex daily or every other day and never gives the time-lapse between sessions a second thought, well, goody for you. How?) I always assumed it was just me that kept track of such things - I figured it hailed from the days of that "sexless marriage" thing, when I kept track so I could say things like "Bob, it's been 5 and a half weeks since the last time we had sex. Please, can we do it just a little bit?" to try to get my husband to fuck me. (I've worked through the "OMG, my vagina must be cavernous if I'm having to beg for sex" thoughts, but it took years. I wasn't an unattractive hag - he just didn't have any interest in sex. I swear it's because he was put on antidepressants for years right about the time he hit puberty, but that's a story for another day.)
Is it too early to be talking about things like that? I feel like maybe it's too early.
Anyhow, it's Sunday! Yay! Comment Love Day over at FTLOB...maybe? (It's early yet, if they're doing it this week, the post isn't up yet.)
Oh, and today is the last day of the Shit From My House giveaway, so go enter so I can get this shit out of my house and into yours.