Mike and I were arguing yesterday. I don't know about what. We still can't figure out why we were at each others throats. I say he got in the car with an attitude. He says he was fine, just hungry. But on a rather INTERESTING note, he had a doctors appointment yesterday as well. He has 3 "moles" on his stomach and he was scared they were cancerous. Because, as he said, they weren't there one day - then they kinda showed up and started growing. Yesterday the doctor tells him "yeah, those aren't moles...those are warts. The STD kind".
My only response when Mike told me that was "what kinda isht do you do? how do you get them around your belly-button, hmmmmm"? But whatever. I didn't feel like going in to a big debate over the whole thing. I think it made him freak out some, because his first little 'counter-attack' was "well I didn't get them until I met you".
Really?! Then where in the HECK do you see f*$#ing genital warts ANYWHERE on me? Where? The worst thing I've ever had in my life is a yeast infection that didn't go away for like a month (no one told me that eating a lot of sugar/sweets can cause you to have a yeast infection if you aren't drinking enough water). So Mike, tell me HOW I gave them to you? Please!!
I was irritated. But I was so tired, I took my shoes off and crawled in the bed and went to sleep for like 3 hours. I didn't even care. Since I haven't been pleased with my body for a few years, I actually look at my body a LOT. ::evil side eye:: I can give you the month that each of my stretch marks came (pre-pregnancy and now-pregnant). So I KNOW my body, thnkuverymuch!
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I love ice!!!
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My mind is too spacey today. I was about to talk about how I love my cat and glad that she is happy. Sooo.....yeah....I'm gone.
Jeter - Monday, Sept. 28, 2009