June 2, 2010
I’m kind of at a loss tonight.
Not unlike last night.
I just played a game of solitaire to try to get the creative juices flowing.
It didn’t work.
Today, I spent 3.5 hours at the pool. Due to a shoddy spray sunscreen job by a certain someone whom (who? whom?) I will not mention by name, but whose name rhymes with Anonyhouse – my skin is a mix of white and pink and a little red. I’m hoping it will even out into a nice brown, about the color of Baby Swiss.
A girl can dream, right?
Tonight was girls’ night at a friend’s house. Except there was a non-girl there.
He was walking around the house like he owned it and gnawing on coasters.
One of the girls did some trick with a dangling pencil that is supposed to predict the number and genders of your children. Mine said girl-boy-girl-boy.
It is inconclusive if this test acknowledges miscarried children (she said that it did for someone she knew who knew the gender of their miscarried child). I tend to think it’s wrong for several reasons:
- I had 3 miscarriages, so if it accounts for those, Baby Swiss should be a boy. She is not.
- I am not (please, Lord) having 4 children.
- Uh, seriously… a pencil dangling over your wrist? Sounds pretty much mot scientific to me.
Things you talk about at girls’ night when you are unmarried:
Things you talk about at girls’ night when you are married:
- thawing meat
All the single ladies, put your hands up…