Did I vanish?

Nope, I'm here, just really busy. I haven't been around much. Busy at work, busy at home, away in Three Lakes...

I'm stuck. I've been trying to work on my Florida story but I wrote most of the good parts and now it seems I'm out of things to say. I hate this feeling, but at least Ross should be happy that I've emerged from the office now and am starting to do things around the house. Of course now he's in the office on the computer because I'm not, so we've basically just flip-floped.

I HATE writer's block. Just hate it. But I was on a hot streak for so long I guess it's inevitable that I had to come out of it. Of course Ross complains that he hasn't spent any time with me and he tried to make that argument last night--big mistake. I threw that right back in his face. Then he tried to tell me he was feeling "tense" because he hasn't had a certain thing lately. Well, you know it's "that time" and actually it's not "that time" but that thing has been happening anyway, and he knows that but he was still whining.

He actually said that "that time" is not an excuse for women to be crabby.

Yeah, he really said that!!! I wanted to smash his face in. I punched him. He punched me back. I told him every woman in the entire world should punch him in the balls for saying that. And I punched him again.

He doesn't get it.

Then he whined at me again about feeling "tense." And I said, "well when I have to take asprin to get through the day when it's not even 'that time' yet because my back feels tense, my uterus feels tense, my head feels tense and everything else feels tense--if you're looking for sympathy you're barking up the wrong damn tree because you will NOT get any here!!"

And I rolled over and went to bed. Didn't talk to him until the storm woke us up this morning. You'd think he'd have learned by now not to argue with me because it gets him nowhere.

Anyway I wish that all men had to be women for a month and have the worst periods ever. Cramps, sick, muscle aches, mood swings, bleeding uncontrollably, the full monty. Because I think if they had to go through that, they might die.

Seriously, have you ever seen a man with a cold? Whine whine whine, moan moan moan. The world is ending, I can't breathe through my nose. Men are babies. Whenever I see one crying about something stupid I want to take a watermellon and shove it out their penis and then see how they think having the sniffles compares.

Really? Did that hurt a little? Do you think you're over-reacting to stubbing your toe now?

Every time I see one with a silly injury I'm going to kick him in the balls. I've decided. Because, you know? If I have to live one more day with back spasams because my body is pissed at me, I'm going to go postal on the world.

:)