In response to yesterday’s post, I have received 6 spam comments for hormonal acne cures. Yeah. I think I might be hormonal enough. I bawled all the way through the Olympic opening ceremonies last night (it sort of miffed me that people were referring to the totem poles as giant penises. ). This morning I woke up and came downstairs, put the dogs out, did whatever… then next thing Rob knew I was crawling back into bed with him, crying for about half an hour. He just hugged me and tried to figure out what was wrong and just went with it when I said I didn’t know. Once I’d cried myself out, I slept for a few hours and woke up feeling cold-and-flu-ish so that is probably that.
Now I must go – Rob is looking at the TV guide listings and is pointing out that there’s a movie being billed as “Cloudy with Meat”. I know it’s not a porno, but the title sure sounds… meaty.