Hello my little readers. Bonsoir. The Gourmet is in the house again....with some tres' interrasante (I even misspell french words) news. The vote for drugs or no drugs to bring on the bleed was a unanimous result. You all want those two little bitches Paris and Nicole to get all looped up on the drugs. Taking the advice from all of my lovely readers I made the call to my drug dealer. First she gives me 1/3 of the chunk of drugs for my last IVF and now she gives me more. Where will the love stop. Did I mention she keeps me in good coffee and yummy lunches regularly? It is true when she comes to town we lunch date....and I mean lunch....and lunch....and lunch. We lunch like energizer bunnies. Oh how I love eating long and filling lunches.
My drug dealer sent her ho'sband to my house last night. You see, she lives down south until next month when she moves back north, but her hubs is up here all the time. And because she is the typical poster child for infertility she procrastinated shipping the desired drugs. Which in reality is much safer as it keeps the feds away from our drug dealin' YO. To expedite shipment she sent them with her husband who delivered them to my very door.
With out much adieu, besides the dog almost throwing me down the stairs trying to beat me to the door, I snatched the drugs from his delivering hands aching to get my fix on. This was total primo shit too. The prometrium like you all recommended. My vagina has been snorting tablets three times a day. She is getting hooked. You know how it is with those druggies. The first dose is free and they get you hooked. Then ya gotta pay. My vagina has become lazy and avoids work, lays on the couch, and gets the munchies.
In other news not related to drugs and vaginas.....I roped my husband into leaving work early and my contractor Bob the redneck into hauling my antiques from the auction house to my booth. What fun we all had. Bob the redneck contractor is somewhat of an anomaly. He blows past stereotypes of rednecks because behind the black tooth, beer drinking, grubby clothes wearing is an intelligent and well read man. All around he is a piece of work. He is also quite hilarious and should do stand-up. He kept the jokes coming all day. In response to my pointing out a bluish primitive buffet that I bought he said "oh you mean the pre-swimming pool era buffet?" I cracked up a few times.
We bribed and plied him with a desk and Greek gyros for payment. He is the manly man that my husband with the atrophied computer muscles is not and me with the couch infertile physique is not. My husband and I were terribly grateful for his work. He alone carried the 200 pound green marble pillar that I got for $10!!! 10 people! Can you believe that. The auction stalled and no one was paying attention and I got it cheap. Yeah me.
So anyhoo I shall go now because we scheduled an intervention with Miss Vagina. Two days down eight more to go.