According to herself, if you don't have sex for a year, your hymen closes over and you're a virgin again. When I had stopped laughing at her, I realised she was actually considering this information. I'm not sure who texted her, but I informed her that it was rubbish. This is the same girl who's breasts balloned overnight after a bowl of popcorn. It is plausible. There's a lot of talk about sex recently, it could have to do with the recently acquired boyfriend. Great, that's all we need, another headache.
Yesterday evening was relaxing despite Mammy2 being a pirate for most of the night. Now before you all jump to pervy thoughts, she's involved in this online real-time game where she's a pirate and has to fight and stuff to get her pieces of 8. 2 hours later I am still waiting for her to 'dock' so I can get on the PC and type up my portfoilo. She says she doesn't have a problem with it, but I call see her when she steps back from the PC. There's a nervous twitch about her.
We were supposed to be having an attempt this week for baby making, its a good thing I double checked my dates. Every ovulation calendar in the place laughed at me when I typed the dates. It turns out I was a week out. Good thing I checked, I don't know what's become of my head lately. So we are all set for Monday and Tuesday of next week. Then I fly out to certain death in Paris. We're been sent to Paris for training for three days with work. Needless to say flying is not top of my list of things to do. Holding my bosses hand whilst we fly is not really an option and when you consider that we're having an attempt that morning, niether is getting hammered. I guess I shall have to go with the old quizes and drive everyone insane.
Her empath abilities kicked in last night. I was having difficult breathing and then so was she. I don't know how she gets around of an average day, seriously. The amount of people out there in pain. I didn't get into that conversation though else it would have been a long night. She was online and there were lots of whimpers coming from her. This usually happens as a result of her finding some
guitar tab that she can thwart, sorry, I mean entertain the neighbours with. When she wasn't online she was yelling out from the bathroom asking Mammy2 why she was having some sort of discharge. I'm not joking. I explained that much as the neighbours love us, I'm sure they do not want to know what is going on inside her trousers. And she wonders why we get weird looks when we're walking to the bus stop.
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