I have to get this off my chest and figured the best way to discuss something unpleasant is to just shout it out and then retreat to something else. I hate the feeling that I have a schload of KY in my underwear after seeing the gynecologist but that is exactly how I feel right now. Yes, I had the yearly exam this morning and now I have to spend the rest of the day feeling slightly slimy, blimey.
I’m also going to try the birth control patch and am thinking this could be pretty cool. In the sample package I got this morning there’s a card with a fake patch on it. The card invites you to lift the edge and feel how thin the patch is. There is a warning label with these words: “DO NOT USE: This Patch does not contain any drug and will not prevent pregnancy”. They left off a couple of words at the end of that warning: “You Idiot”.
The weekend was pretty darn good. On Saturday, the better-half and I both got our hair cut. One of the men who works at the salon asked us if we were in for our spring shearing. Yes, sir we were and, lordy, how much better my head feels with out all that hair.
The Niece and her parents came over for dinner yesterday and we had loads of good fun. The dinner, though, was a bust. The polenta looked nothing like polenta and a lot like what we had to clean up after the cat hacked and hacked in the hallway. We didn’t eat it (the polenta or the hack). The roasted veggies just had nothing to offer. The better-half’s soy & ginger tuna steaks were pretty good though–thankfully.