So I ate a lot of cherries with H and I have really bad diarrhea. Like, explosive Sh*t Break, jacked up, sicko diarrhea, and I can't get anything done. I'm too focused on my anus, and clenching it.
Flameful, if I see that the crotch on a new pair of swimsuit bottoms and the plastic crotch strip is puckered or bent in any way, I assume that they got lost up somebody's hoo-hah and I won't buy them. That's TMI again, isn't it.
we were having a conversation last night and h was putting out feelers to see if i would ever be open to becoming a stay at home wife. i am still bristling that he would even entertain this w/in his own mind. and then have the nerve to feel me out on the idea.
Flameful, if I see that the crotch on a new pair of swimsuit bottoms and the plastic crotch strip is puckered or bent in any way, I assume that they got lost up somebody's hoo-hah and I won't buy them. That's TMI again, isn't it.
So I ate a lot of cherries with H and I have really bad diarrhea. Like, explosive Sh*t Break, jacked up, sicko diarrhea, and I can't get anything done. I'm too focused on my anus, and clenching it.
(I) Oh shit! (pun intended)
That explains my gastrointestinal issues from last week! The cherries! I ate the whole bag myself in like 3 days.
we were having a conversation last night and h was putting out feelers to see if i would ever be open to becoming a stay at home wife. i am still bristling that he would even entertain this w/in his own mind. and then have the nerve to feel me out on the idea.
I wish my husband wanted me to be a stay at home wife! Lol, work is overrated. My days would be filled with trips to the pool, wandering target, and long lunches. Way better than 8-5 in an office with furniture older than I am. But maybe you enjoy your job? Lol.
Flameful, if I see that the crotch on a new pair of swimsuit bottoms and the plastic crotch strip is puckered or bent in any way, I assume that they got lost up somebody's hoo-hah and I won't buy them. That's TMI again, isn't it.
dc, is he hoping that babies follow or does he just want you to relax or what? When we first moved here I had to ask H for money before I had a job and that was not so fun.
birk, case by case, I think, but I am pretty sure my colon is going to pull a sea cucumber and turn inside-out the next time I fart.
we were having a conversation last night and h was putting out feelers to see if i would ever be open to becoming a stay at home wife. i am still bristling that he would even entertain this w/in his own mind. and then have the nerve to feel me out on the idea.
What was his train of logic that ended in this conclusion, that this might be a good idea?
we were having a conversation last night and h was putting out feelers to see if i would ever be open to becoming a stay at home wife. i am still bristling that he would even entertain this w/in his own mind. and then have the nerve to feel me out on the idea.
HOW THOSE GODDAMN DIAMOND SHOES FEEL? ;P
lol. i guess this should be a bragplaint.
to me it's the culmination of some underlying issues w/in our marriage. and the feeling of, "does he even KNOW me?"
we were having a conversation last night and h was putting out feelers to see if i would ever be open to becoming a stay at home wife. i am still bristling that he would even entertain this w/in his own mind. and then have the nerve to feel me out on the idea.
Post by sugarmagnolia77 on Jun 19, 2012 11:13:35 GMT -5
I've been overloading on the cherries as well, combined with being 8 mths pregnant this is not boding well for my already jacked up digestive system. I don't think that's really flameful, just sharing.
Confession: I try to wear "real" underwear instead of a thong when I am going to be trying on swimwear or pants. If my outfit requires a thong, I will bring a real pair of bikini briefs in a ziplock bag and put them on over my thong. I feel too exposed to the elements of I don't. And by elements, I mean other people's crotch funk.
this is very smart and as a fellow shopper, I thank you.
question -- has your baggie o' undies ever accidentally fallen out of your purse and someone saw?
Confession: I try to wear "real" underwear instead of a thong when I am going to be trying on swimwear or pants. If my outfit requires a thong, I will bring a real pair of bikini briefs in a ziplock bag and put them on over my thong. I feel too exposed to the elements of I don't. And by elements, I mean other people's crotch funk.
this is very smart and as a fellow shopper, I thank you.
question -- has your baggie o' undies ever accidentally fallen out of your purse and someone saw?
I would probably accidentally grab them instead of my wallet or something.
dc, is he hoping that babies follow or does he just want you to relax or what? When we first moved here I had to ask H for money before I had a job and that was not so fun.
no babies, ever. to ME (and this is my perception, colored by my own issues,) it is b/c most of the other wives stay at home (mainly w/ kids.) they get to be on volunteer boards, entertain, completely take care of the home, etc. and the h's schedule can be the dominating one. i think he wants to financially support me, as his colleagues do w/ their families. and i feel like this is him wanting to be my "boss."
eta: i also see this as him saying his career is more important than mine. it was okay for me to be ambitious and career-minded when i was taking care of 90% of our bills, but now that he doesn't need my income my career is in the way.
I am questioning the logicistics behind toting around pantiliners to try clothing on- where do you throw out the recently used pantiliner? How many do you take with you? Do you reuse one? I need answers!