Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The Cat Ate My Peestick

I have no idea what I mean by that title, but sadly, even if a cat did eat, or pee even, on my peestick, the result would be the same. Negative. To add insult to injury, my box of peesticks contained two kinds of sticks: (1) the glaring middle finger type of peestick and (2) the subtle "you are so not pregnant, beeyatch" type. I did have my beta today but I told them only to call me if my blood work reveals tomorrow's winning lottery numbers. Funny, the phone has been strangely silent.

I feel ok, though. Sad, of course. Confused, well always. Contemplative, definitely. I have given thought to what this means for me, at least in the near term. I will definitely lose some weight and start exercising again. I'm going to buy some shoes. Probably some really expensive ones. I'm going to revisit my "10 things to do before I die" list, maybe expand it to 12.

Thank you for your well wishes and for the glorious lack of "I'm sorry's" and "It's still early's." I love that I read nary a one. And I very much appreciate you offering up your housepets for blame. The little shits.

9 comments:

Io said...

My puppy Charlie just wants you to know it's not his fault. But it is most definitely Shinejil's cat's fault.
I hope you find some fantastic shoes.

Mrs.X said...

I've had the snow white peestick of death and it is not a pleasant feeling.

I think your plan for moving forward is a good one, particularly the part about buying expensive shoes. Although, my new favorite form of retail therapy is buying new bras - who knew how one's outlook could change so dramatically when the girls are at attention? I'm just ignoring the feeling of tightness where the supporting band is and marveling that my bust line moved up about an inch. If the girls are perky, I should definitely follow their lead.

I shall not utter the dreaded "s" word, but I will say that I am disappointed with you. I know exactly where you are and it still sucks.

Oh, and my kitty is showing no signs of anything resembling contrition. He's just like that. But, he will purr for you. :)

loribeth said...

Retail therapy works for me! ; )

It must be almost time for one of Mel's monthly Lushary gatherings... I'll save you a seat & buy you a round. You can show off your new shoes to all of us! (((hugs)))

luna said...

oooh, shoes! a massage might be nice too. I also like mrs. x's theory, though I really hate bra shopping.

Almamay said...

Bad peesticks bad!
I blame Shinejil's cat as well.

Shoes are good. I wore my purple ones today to ward of bad feelings. I swear it worked.

Phoebe said...

I think you should throw rocks at your IVF clinic. Double crap!

Shinejil said...

You tell those peesticks I'm going to snap them in two for their heartlessness.

Thank the goddess for hot footwear. I hope the shoes make you feel like a million bucks.

2roads said...

You must not forget the wine...

I'll take the cat and myself and the g**damn 1% out back.

Evil Stepmonster said...

Shit. Bugger. Damn....

Shoes will definitely help! As will alcohol. And sushi.