There was verbal confirmation of PMS last night. I have a boyfriend who is so honest yet so sweet and diplomatic all at the same time. He’s the only person I’ve ever known who can call me a lunatic with such finesse. He’s also a geek. Which makes him VERY desirable. And I don’t mean that in a cute wholesome way.

So for the record I am not responsible for anything I post in the next three to four days due to the above mentioned lunacy. I should make a PMS catagory.

Carry on.

One of my Co-workers is a member of White Shrine, Amaranth, Rainbow Girls and every other ridiculous organization like them. She’s even ‘Grand Matron’ this year. Whatever that means. Apparenlty that’s something very important as she spent 20 minutes the other day telling me that it’s very important. She flew to North Carolina to be ‘Inducted’ and showed me the pictures. It was in a lodge (SEE: trailer equipped with tacky brown wood paneling walls) and all the girls wore matching blue taffeta dresses. Think Violet from Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory after eating the gum. The men wore Kilts. Being Irish I found this festinating because my mom’s family is mostly Irish and none of them wear skirts to fancy dinners. She started in on some speech that she had clearly given at least 500 prior times (which I tuned out about three sentences in) on the importance of the Kilts.

Just now she spent 45 minutes on the phone (I’m not kidding, 45 MINUTES) discussing how they were going to coordinate dinner tomorrow. Dinner, meeting, dessert? Dinner, dessert, meeting? Meeting, dinner, dessert? Maybe Dinner, Dessert, Meeting, Coffee? No, Dinner, Coffee, Meeting, Dessert? Yes, that’s it! But who should make coffee? Sally made it one time and it was horrible. Patty made it and it took too long to serve. Mae made it last time so it’s not her turn. Doris has a turn coming up but she hasn’t called in three day’s so she’s just a hag and we hate her so CLEARLY she’s out.

Now, dinner. Chicken or beef? We had chicken last time but I can’t really eat beef so I think it should be chicken again. What about pizza? No, too informal. Ordering Chinese? No, not everybody likes that. Buffet? Yes, that will work. Who will bring what? Should we do an alpha split? How about a sign up sheet? Or maybe we can bring dessert so everybody should bring a main dish. But Sally brought a salad last time that had WILTED lettuce. And Mae thought it was okay to get TWO SERVINGS of spaghetti. Stupid wench. And that Doris again, can you believe she took MY spot at the table?! I mean, I know they aren’t LABELED.. but I’ve sat at that spot for like, 10 years it’s MY seat! Hag.

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This entire process would not be so EXCRUCIATINGLY ridiculous to listen to if she didn’t have like FOUR of these meetings a week. It’s like 60 year olds living out high-school-type drama. And I can tell you that at 60, they are FAR more catty than the 14-18 year olds. They’d serve Doris the 14-18 year old’s up at the buffet.

I spent two hours washing my car this morning. It really needed it since it had been well over a month since the last wash. People thought it was a grey car. heh.

In a few minutes we are leaving for a BBQ a little north of San Francisco. An hour drive… in the M3. The new suspension makes it a REALLY rough ride. But fun as hell.

I’m waiting for a shirt to dry. It’s a wife beater style tank top that fade’s from light pink to hot pink from the top tp the bottom. PINK IS SO CUTE!

I’ve comletely switched from IE to Firefox. And I love it.

I think I’ll take a nap on the way up there. I need it.

I also need to put on makeup.

Have a good Saturday, everybody.

I went to the doctor last Monday for various reasons. One of them being that I had another spot of hard skin. Solar Keratosis is what it is. This is the second one. The last one was on my breast and when I had the mole removed they froze the spot off. I didn’t really feel a thing and it fell off all on it’s own about a week later.

This time. What a freaking dilemma. When he froze it in burned SO BAD. I was really putting on the tough face because Cassidy was there but it was enough to really get me on edge. And I have an extremely high pain tolerance.

By the time I got home I was in so much pain I was nearly sick. Like in the bathroom, over the toilet, ready to lose lunch sick. The spot that he froze slowly grew in size and as it did the pain got worse. Finally about 11:00 I was able to MOVE and get into bed.

The next day I was horrified at what I saw. I kept it clean, covered and drenched in Neosporin and now it’s finally starting to CLOSE UP. Yes, it was an open wound for about six days. It’s the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my entire life. It looks like part of my flesh had MOLDED. It’s just bad.

If it’s not doing REMARKABLY better in the next 48 hours I’m going back to the doctor and raising hell.

If you have a weak stomach, don’t click this.