Ok enough about suicide and dark and wearing black in a college like way of I am sooooo depressed because I am like soooooo deep crap. First off let me say that I stepped up out of the dark on each and every one of your understanding and soulmate comments.... each of you pouring a cup of revive-me-tea. Thank you from the depths of my collegy-black-clothes-wearing heart. I am amazed that it was welcomed so openly and you all poured out the dark from your bountiful tea pots short and stout filled with love and your own ick. I get the ick. I live in the ick. And apparently all of my souley blogger mates get the ick, feel the ick, and are down with my ick. I icking love you guys. Now keep pouring the damn tea..but no more for me for now (until next week with le-crisis de jour) because someone else out there must need it. I will be off with my teapot later to check into your cottages to see if you need a cup of tea.
Second business to be taken care of...what a bunch of depressed folk you all are...like take a prozac or something. Kidding. Pot calling the tea kettle black here. Although I am willing to hold the first Paxil cocktail party. You will all be assigned an anti-depressant drug of choice. Prescribed ones and illegal ones will be allowed....We shall all wallow in the knowledge that our husbands are more likely to get that second line than we.
Onward and upward.....ok one more thank you and mush. I love you guys.
Thigs have been shifting in Gourmet Land. I have eaten some good food, had some laughs, got a good cyber hug from all of you and a few human hugs, had a few annoying fights with David, had some good smooches with David, shopped, lunched with Labor Negotiations, and went to an auction where I bought my children's bedroom set....a huge jump in faith that they will come and at this point I better at least have one girl.
After much thought and wishy washyness about seeing the acupuncturist for the next three months or heading to South Africa for IVF I have made a decsion....IVF in the Southern Hemispere because maybe a shift in hemosphere will do the trick kind of like opposite George (you got to be a Seinfeld watcher for that joke). I need to turn these ovaries and ute upside down and shake them loose of my kids.
So that is me.....Happy Holidays Kids!!!