Catch Up.

Came home from work last night demanding sex. Farted way too loudly while getting naked and almost ruined it for myself. Lucklily he took pity on me and porked me anyway. My husband has a heart of gold. It really is up to him to put out when I say anyway, since this was his way of thinking...crazy girth. Aside from that, has Summer really begun? Is it just an obsolete season once your mid-thirties have been reached? Last year I wanted to arrange a "Sloppy Slumberparty" for us girls that did not pan out because life got in the way. I am thinking this needs to happen now more than ever. A hotel/motel room for the night, cheap liquor, gossip, all of it. We will drink, laugh, cry, bitch, show our boobs and other random body parts- and then pass out. Perfect. The one thing I have noticed about being in your thirties, you know who you are, and what you believe in. You are able to forge stronger, sturdier friendships...you just don't get to spend as much time with them!
****As you may have noticed, I have plugged some older blogs. Boom.

On a good note, I have an appontment to get my jugs looked at. Final say-so on a hopefull reduction...
I. Can't. Wait. I will post pics, open to blog subscribers only though.

On another completely unrelated note, I think another "note to self" is in order. Just so many changes...