It’s Friday, and thus begins my vacation. I’m thrilled. I also got my annual review done, and I’m a lifesaver according to my boss. I’m wonderful.
I’ve also got an announcement of sorts to make. Today marks a fantastic anniversary for me: today is the 7th anniversary of having sex with Eddie for the first time. That means that as of today I have been fucking the same guy for 7 whole years. We’re talking actual sex, too, not that stuff that involves the phone or instant messenger.
This weekend we’ll be hitting a yard sale up the road, then going to the antique store, and then maybe to get some chicken wings from the local Chinese restaurant. Tonight we’re going to the movies to see Ironman with a couple of World of Warcraft guildies.
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Listening to: Angels and Airwaves - Secret Crowds
Tuesday afternoon a girl comes up to the consultation area with a box of condoms. “Are these ok to use while pregnant?”
I did a mental facepalm thinking to myself, “Why? Why do they always get me?” before she clarified that she was worried about the spermacidal lube, at which point I was too busy trying to restrain my inner laughter over the pregnant girl worried about sperm and just called T, the pharmacist, over to answer her questions. T just told her that if she’s preggers, she doesn’t need to worry about having spermacide, to which the girl replaied, “Oh, I have a double uterus and the 2nd one could get pregnant.” We had a lot of fun with that one after she left, coming up with all sorts of scenarios that would make for wonderful Jerry Springer episodes.
This morning I awoke to the sound of gunshots. I guess that’s the hazard of living beside an outdoor shooting range.
I’ve married the sweetest guy on the planet. Not only did he snap some adorable pictures of my tiny paper star collection just to make a creative post devoted to his love for me, but he also cleaned them back up and I assume he prevented Chaucer from eating any of them.
Also, he’s been hiding his secret identity pretty well for the 7 years I’ve known him. Who would’ve known that I’d actually married Cthulhu?
I’ve only got 3 more work days before my vacation week. Just saying “vacation” at this point makes my bits tingle.
