It’s okay, baby…I’m on The Pill….
No, I really am.
I feel naughty about it, too. Hee.
Me and the OB are trying to control the Crimson Permanent Assurance’s tendency to sail towards the rocks and explode in a thousand million messy pieces, and Sunday I started downing one little white pill every day. I’m waiting for my breasteses to explode hugely and my face to be clear as porcelain.
Then I can start my modeling career.
Meanwhile, I can’t get this scene out of my head…minute 9. Oh, sit through it, you know you LOVE this movie. Minute 9. John Cusack along the way. Farmer Ted. Jake Ryan.
I’m also toying with the idea of starting yet another blog and entitling it, “Mona Talks About Her Period…(sigh)…AGAIN.” Then I wouldn’t have to clutter this blog with useless whining and bitching and moaning about ‘the miracle in my uterus’. (Shipwreck in my uterus, more like it. See? See how I bitch??)