Friday, December 5, 2008


I do not hate Love, Actually.

I was really not in the right mood to watch Love, Actually.

I value my love-fest with WRH.

I do not want to break up with WRH.

Or blisscaff.

I actually love Love, Actually.

The End.

Postscript: And for the record? I believe that the stupid antibiotic I was taking to eliminate the yuck in my abdomen (and by yuck, I do not mean BABY) was playing a nasty-evil-horrible game with my hormones and my brain. I stopped taking it yesterday, and despite feeling a little more crampy, I am no longer suffocating on crazy. Things are looking up.


  1. Hey babe, we would not have to break up over a movie. Especially that one. I'm glad you're feeling a bit better, despite the cramping. Take care of yourself, lady.

  2. Take care of yourself. Even if it means hating Love, Actually.

    Just in cases.

    Watch Rear Window, White Christmas with Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney, The Philadelphia Story, and Elf.

    And if you hate any of them, it's OK.




  3. that is great news, (sorry bout the cramping) but I was a little concerned about you! Thanks for keeping us all updated! Want some laughs check out the site you will have fun over there for hours

  4. I think that you have a free pass. Any pregnant woman dealing with three kids and the holidays deserves at least one free pass.

  5. I'm here.

    I'm reading.

    Been for a little while now.

    But I can't think of anything to say that will either: a) make you feel better, or b) make you laugh.

    So I guess I'll just have to settle for a 'huh?'

    Anyway, pullin' for ya.


talk to me, people. because you know i get all giddy when you do.