I swear. I am as moody as a teenager, as logical as Owen. At least Owen knows what he wants.
"Whine, whine, whine. Pick me up!"
Mmmm.
If I only knew what it was I wanted, maybe I could ask.
Maybe. One doubts it, knowing me.
Yesterday was my smooth-as-silk-day. My own, very own day. Perfect in almost every way day.
And then I went to sleep and then I got up and it was today. Is today.
And all I want to do is bitch. Give me someone. Let me rip their head off.
And now...and NOW, I have to get ready to go to a party! Can you imagine? Someone had the GALL to invite ME to a PARTY?! Where there will be people I love. And food. And beer.
What in hell were they thinking? God. The things I suffer.
One supposes a bra will be required. Oh. The agony.
What a life.
(The picture above has nothing to do with this post. Jessie took it yesterday. It is the bloom of the new Parlor Maple. And I have nothing bitchy to say about that.)
If it is an Earth Day party, you could wear hemp, paper, or Tencel. Maybe no mammary confining devices too. Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteI hope it gets better for you today! That sure is a beautiful bloom.
ReplyDeleteJust feel glad that people still love you enough to invite you places; my own family can't stand to be around me lately, really.
ReplyDeleteIs it bra-dress-code? ;o)))
ReplyDeleteIf men can go commando, surely we can go bra-less!
Go for it!
After all they invite you for you, not for your twins confined or not! ;o)))
Wearing a bra is a terrible thing........if you are large enough to require one.........If you have teeny tiny little boobs......then you envy the bra wearing crowd.
ReplyDeleteEh, just go bra-less if you don't wanna wear one. ;-)
ReplyDeleteThe title cracked me up, the flower made me happy. Thank you!
I'm SO pregnant right now (poor Babes) I can completely sympathise with you. I'd feel just the same if some idiot invited me to a lovely party. Instead I'm organising a party for more than 20 people at my own house, of my own volition, and bitching about that.
ReplyDeleteI hope you enjoy it lots.
Have a few beers. Most parties improve after you've had a few beers.
ReplyDeleteHang in there. Maybe you can wear a camisole instead? It confines a bit, but isn't as constricting.
ReplyDeleteI hope by now you are home from the par-tay and ended up having a great time. that is often how it works with me, I have to be dragged out of the hosue kicking and screaming and then end up having a good time.
ReplyDeleteWe love you Mz. Moon. Call me from the bathroom. xo xo
ReplyDeleteI am feeling EXACTLY the same way about the party I have to attend this weekend. It's for a first communion, my cousin's daughter. I don't understand the whole process, not being catholic, and all I can see is another $50 gone because of COURSE you have to give her money for it. And since I am a D-cup, and its a church, it is assumed that bras are required. As is refraining from dropping f-bombs.
ReplyDeleteIts gonna be a shitty weekend. Fuck.
I'm sure you had a great time. It's just the getting going that is hard.
ReplyDeleteI always throw little tantrums and then come home all blessed with my heart full.
thanks for the anniversary wishes. 22 years is a lot of give and take. Who knew.
That blossom is....extraordinary! I wonder if it would grow here in California. All the blogs with these plants, flowers and I feel like I am missing out on them all.
ReplyDeleteParty night? Sounds like a change of scenery and well it could go wonderfully. I am having my own private party of a glass of wine (2 buck Chuck as we call it here) and sitting reading those dear blogs.
Syd- No. It was an Opera House party with nothing to do concerning Earth Day. But I could have gone braless. They call me "special."
ReplyDeleteLois- Isn't it amazing?
Kori- Their loss.
Lis- I survived. Parts were startlingly awesome. Pictures tomorrow. Love you so.
Rachel- Well, honey, just write a post about it and drop all the f-bombs you want to. That may help.
Deb- Twenty-two years is completely awesome. Congratulations again.
Ellen- You could grow it as a houseplant, which people used to do which is why it's called a Parlor Maple. Isn't that cool?
And I love home-parties.
I hope you and your bitch-monster had fun, and you didn't rip anyone's head off :)
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking maybe this could be aftershock from quitting the meds??
ReplyDeleteMaybe keeping that in mind will help you feel that what is going on could be more of a process of that rather than the crazies.
Verify word?? "poope"! ha!
Who's having a party? I don't have any friends anymore... except for you of course. :-) Feel better.