I’ve been given a lot of projects to start with my new work at home job. Except for it isn’t really a job, just this thing where I do some projects for some guy who publishes a magazine. The magazine itself isn’t my cup of tea, but the actual magazine stuff IS so it’s kind of cool. I won’t be making tons of money, but every little bit helps. Plus it’s nice to have something other than baby poop to focus on. Not that I focus on baby poop a lot, but you get my meaning.
I gave Gordon a BJ for the first time in a long time the other night. We’re talking a really really long time here kids. Since right before Ryland was born. wowza. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be and I didn’t puke or even really gag that much. BJs are funny in that you sort of forget how to do it when you’ve been on vacation for a bit. I guess after a few minutes my old flair and style came back to me, but I still sort of forgot.
I gotta tell you though, I don’t much care right now if I ever see another penis again. I’m too tired and bitchy and down on myself to want sex. I’m half-way serious when I tell Gordon to pick up a mistress, so he doesn’t have to keep bothering me. I’ve read the books and the magazines that talk about getting your love life back after a kid and the things they suggest make me vomit. All romantic stupid cheesy things. I have zero interest in that noise. Calling it a love life right now just made me vomit.
I suppose I should be more affectionate and intimate with G, because despite his complete lack of maturity, honesty, trustworthiness and dependability, I AM fond of the guy. But everything I have in that department goes to Ryland. I’m all cuddled out.
Speaking of Ryland, his farts are so smelly today. What on this good earth did I eat to make him stink so bad? jesus in a tin can.
- Huygens & Cassini.