Wooing, Its Just Hormones

Crying through Knocked Up is not unusual ... its your hormones. In fact, I watched Knocked Up last week (you know, me and Husband are really in sync with our movie choices), and although Katherine Heigl is on my most hated actresses list, I rather enjoyed the flick. Plus, I can tell your reaction is hormone-based because if the worse your husband threatens you with is fantasy baseball, I say hells to the yeah! He ain't humpin' around, and quite frankly, you'll probably enjoy the space. I suspect you are two steps away from suffocating him with a pillow at night. Besides, tell Husband he needs to grow a pair and that HE should be nicer to you. Uh, remember when we went to go buy a microwave and Husband was like "we should get one." And you had to remind him that you have owned one for years, and if he ever went into the kitchen, he would know this tidbit? Yeah, you've paid your dues with cleaning and cooking after this fella ... your time to be pampered is way overdue!

While I don't like that you're homeless, I can't help but be a little happy that maybe my Glendale plan for you will work out after all. Glendale is a lot closer to West Hollywood than Arcadia! Though, with the caveat that I may have to move back to San Francisco in May, which will make this whole Glendale-Arcadia debate moot.

Cheer up, Wooing. Your spirits sound low which means its time for you to get out and be amongst the people. How do you feel about chocolate? I've moved on from fried chicken to chocolate molten cake ... we can cry over bad movies while sampling my taste creations. I've got a two-disc masterpiece theater version of Pride and Prejudice that has our names written all over it.