Update

No. 1) I got a job. I love it (mostly). I have been there nearly 3 months, got the corporate shirts and business cards to prove it. Negotiated a salary comparable to the one I had before the great unemployment. Go me.

No. 2) I'm still doing the therapy and meds thing. Will taper off both in the new year as I have gotten my shit mostly together. Enough at least to snow them into thinking I'm ok to go it alone.

No. 3) I am fucking FAT. For real. Ick....

No. 4) My husband is being a fucking asshole. For real. Ick....

No. 5) I am super-freaked out that I might be pregnant. For real. Fuck... That's not in the plan. I can't do the mommy thing and there is no way my husband is father material. Don't even try to convince me.

More updates will follow. Since my husband has now morphed into an ass, I doubt I will be spending as much time making goo-goo eyes at him and will have more time to bitch on this blog.

Thrift store no-no

If you get your period and stain your cute pajama bottoms, please do not donate them to the thrift store. Some unsuspecting person will come along and excitedly pull them off the rack, only to be subjected to your menstrual remnants. Even though you obviously washed them, if the stain is still visible in any way, just throw them out. Please and thank you.