I wonder if I'm pregnant again?
They would be mighty diligent sperm to get through the
bullet proof pj's and into the "female anatomy" and then past
the tubes that are tied in a running bowline figure of eight with
two half hitches.
Um yeah, we can prolly discount the possibility of a pregnancy at
this stage of the game.
What on God's green earth is causing my irrational cravings
for salsa and olives?
I can't get enough of them, I tried some Paul Newman's Mango
Salsa the other day...OMG that shit it AWESOME!!!
It was gone in a day... a day I tell ya. Then there's the
little green olives stuffed with all kind of goodies, garlic,
pimentos, more olives, deliciouso!!!!
Add to these little snacks the Greenwise Tortilla chips
from Publix and you have a totally winning combination.
A little wine and it's enough to sustain even the hardest of hardened
bloggers... i could literally sit here for months on end with just
me, my net book, the salsa and the chips and the wine.
So what is it? Do I have some kind of Mexican/Mediterranean
tape worm that has preferences for these things?
Is my body secretly wishing I were in the throws of building another
baby? Is it my biological clock reminding me that procreation is a
thing of the past for me?
I was in close proximity of a nursing mother the other day and
guess what? My boobs positively tingled... nay...vibrated in a manner
akin to a jack hammer, screaming out
for a baby to latch on and be nourished!!!
Then again the real reason could be that I'm turning into my mother.
His gorgeousness is in denial about this, at least he appeared to
be when I broached the subject the other day, well I'm
assuming that running around the house like is 2 mm hair was on
fire, screaming "for the love of God Noooo!!!" is his form of denial.
I have fond memories of good ole Mumsie eating the absolutely
weirdest crap known to man, while settling in for the night
in front of the telly. Nibbles anyone? she'd say, then proceed to
demolish a jar of cockles and mussels alive alive oh!!!
They weren't alive, that's just how the song goes.
She'd eat cod roe (poor man's caviar), and Rivita covered
in all kinds of disgusting cheeses. She's describe to me how she
enjoyed the escargot during a night out at a fancy restaurant and she
would dip her bread in the garlic butter they were served in.
Sounded horrible then, super scrummy now.
Frogs legs, tripe, haggis and oysters...nothing got past that
woman, the only thing she doesn't really care for is salmon!
Now ain't that strange? considering she can cook the most delicious,
tender melt in your mouth salmon you've ever tasted.
p.s. I don't really mind turning into my Mum, yep she's had her
"issues" but all in all she's not a bad old broad.