Saturday, November 18, 2006

Eighteen

I think I should not wait till the girls go down to write my posts... I am soooo wasted.

Part of the problem is, LaLa is at the end of her napping and this means a rearrangement of MY time, as in... I haven't figured out how to get some time I can call mine. This, this is wearing on me.

So I am almost to my Sunday Cringe, but I'm not there yet. Casting around for things to write about I ask Dadguy if he had any bright ideas about topics. I have a cache of ideas, but they all require actual sustained writing with an actual sustained brain for twenty minutes or more. Time I have, but brain power? Not so much.

"Well..." he said in his best I'm-thinking-really-hard-really-I-am voice. "You could always post about your love/hate relationship with your breasts."

I look at him, roll my eyes and shake my head. "What, you mean how I hate 'em and you love 'em?"

"Exactly."

I sigh my exasperation while he giggles.

"Admit it," he laughs. "You are thinking of posting about it now!"

Piffle.
Stupid boobs.

9 comments:

Fantastagirl said...

I think all women have a love/hate relationship with their boobs... right now - I hate 'em. But in the right top - they aren't so bad... lol

Becky..Absent Minded Housewife said...

I never ever write boob posts. Ever.

DadGuy said...

I demand pictures.

JD said...

I think I need to host the best post contest about boobs. That would be great.

Anonymous said...

The blogosphere needs more boob posts.

Anonymous said...

oh.my.rofl!

I'm going to show this to steve- that defines our love/hate relationship with my boobs to a t.

Anonymous said...

Yep...you nailed that one. Spouse Guy and I could definitely have had that conversation.

Mama D said...

I'm pretty sure if there was a contest for boob posts I would win. Because I'm competitive and because I don't know many other people with G's.

the Dread Pirate Rackham said...

jeebs, I could go on and on about boobs. especially after having used them for their God given purpose.

I agree, the subject matter is a polarizing one. You love them or you hate them. Sometimes both.