that ran through my head while sitting on the table with my pants off yesterday morning waiting for my IUI:
1. Why am I suddenly obsessed with Radiohead? I must have listened to OK Computer 5 or 6 times over the last few days.
2. Is this pube-shaving/waxing thing real? Do people really do this? Like, are my RE and his neverending parade of medical students actually expecting to see some neatly groomed and perfumed shit up in there? Do they roll their eyes when they see my unshaven ladybits?
3. Where do the drug dealers on Breaking Bad get those tiny little Ziploc bags they put the meth into? They don’t sell those at any grocery store I’ve ever been to.
4. If this actually works we will have a due date right around Halloween. Must remember to tell Husband as this will make his day, his week, his year. If it doesn’t work, must convince him not to wait another year just to hit the Halloween target again.
5. I bet I could braise eggplant in the oven with soy sauce and sesame oil. That shit will be bangin’.*
6. Astrid. Natalie. Jane. David. Aaron. Mark.
* I tried this last night. The shit was, in fact, bangin’.