So i'm going to use this blog a little more in 2013, or at least try to. I've decided to chronicle (to some extent) my wifes trials and tribulations, when she takes to bed "sick" and or tired or what fucking ever. Also, I want to keep a running commentary on mood, period, homones or whatever else is irritating me at the moment.
So on to the fun. For the last 4 days (minimum) she's been in a really foul mood. Now I'm not the most romantic person in the world, just not how I'm wired. I was also out of town for my anniversary, which traditionally we have not made a big deal out of. She also said she understood, and normally she would have objected if it were a problem.
4.fucking.days
I also have another problem, which I would normally be all in favor of, but something doesn't feel right. And, for the most part, when things don't feel right, they usually aren't. So my honey looks at me last night and informs me she's thinking about getting a brazilian. Now, I've been in favor of this idea for year, but the timing now and completely out of the fucking blue is suspiscious. In April, she's heading off witha bunch of other women (friends of ours) to go to the beach and celebrate one's 40th birthday. I hate this idea with the fire of a thousand suns. HATE IT!!! So now all of a suddne a couple of months before this party, she wants a brazilian??? After I've been shot down in flames for about 5 years??? weird.
got to go...more later
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