I think I shall do this. It’s a good reason to write more by hand which I love, but never have an excuse to or make much time for. Leave a comment or send me an email with your address if you’d like a letter. I promise not to sell your information on the internet.
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I was throwing a (pretend) tantrum in the passenger seat on Saturday because I missed my dance class because I got us lost (don’t ask). After whining for a bit, I decided to take my pills and when I popped out the pill for the day, it rolled under the seat, so I whined some more.
m: Wahhhhhhhhhh, wahhhhh, wahhhhh.
j: Do you want me to pull over so we can find it?
m: NO. I’m just going to get pregnant. *POUT*
j: Maki, that’s NOT the best way to deal with a missing pill.
As if HE knows anything about birth control. Psh. Men.
And for the rest of the day, if I needed a reason for anything, I’d say to him, “Oh, it’s because I’m a little pregnant,” to which he once had the gall to reply, “I don’t think ‘pregnant’ is something you are ‘a little’ of.” As if he knows anything about being pregnant.
2011 was beyond amazing.
I hope 2012 is, too.
But if it isn’t, I have spectacular people to support me.
And if it is, I have spectacular people to celebrate with me.
Happy new year, loves! You all make my world.
*party hat*
