That time of the month again, if you're sqeamish about bits and stuff, skip this post. Like I said in my previous post, ovulation crept up on us this time. So last night, after a quick website meeting with the team, it was home for action. The website meet was basically a meet to Stop Shelly's head exploding with stress. I think people think I might be getting stressed over Pride. As if. Our man got the bus up and was in earlier then 9 so we got home right on time. He brought a magnet. Is there no end to this man's generosity I hear you cry. Afraid not.
Mammy2 hit the sack for a while, whilst I made potatoes. Whilst shopping in the re-arranged Clearwater the other night I spotted new potatoes and thought to give them a shot. I cooked them but was not impressed. Our man introduced me to some new parking game he's addicted to online. Yes, I did say parking and it is as boring as it sounds. I couldn't get past level one for ages. Not that I played it much. Then I introduced him to an online sperm game where you have to race up the fallopian tube and get to the egg. The kid thought it was a great game and was playing it for a while last night while our man looked on. He didn't express an interest in playing. Perhaps it might have upset his swimmers.
The kid was funny when he annouced he was off to the bathroom. Suddenly she was in the kitchen making tea and talking about the weather , anything to avoid talking about sperm and babies. It was a lovely family if somewhat cliched evening. Mammy2 was watching the World Cup, our man was waiting for the desparate housewives finale and the kid was playing computer games. To stick with cliches I should have been writing poetry or painting but I wasn't. I was in a tidying mood and needed to find a guarentee for the digital camera. He's sick and we need to leave him in to get something looked at. I made the mistake of going through the bottom drawer which holds everything that doesn't fit in other drawers. There was a load of letters that have been arriving to the family home since Mam passed away.
The brother keeps bringing them up to me. I'm not sure what he thinks I should do with them. This head of the household stuff sucks at times. I opened some of them. There was an eye appointment that she hadn't made in the last 2 years. Strange that. It would have been hard to get to it from heaven but hey. Apparently, it was important she get it checked out. I think her eyes are the
last thing on her mind these days. It was strange reading her name. Dear Elizabeth. She would have been annoyed for a start, she prefered Betty. So there is a chance she might not have showed up ;)
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