don't tell emma goldman I said this I didn't end up going to Olympia yesterday, not because I was bowing down before my husband's authority or anything, but because I woke up with the earwigs-are-eating-my-brain type of headache, which lasted most of the day. So hubby got to go to McFoodlikesubstances for breakfast, and he took the baby with him. So I was SANS BABY for like 10 minutes, for the first time since she was born, except when they took her to wash her in the hospital. I slept the whole time and so didn't even get to worry about something awful happening . I feel bad for bitching about my poor husband. I couldn't ask for a more wonderful, sweet, faithful man. And if he semi-secretly thinks I shouldn't do anything besides stay home with the baby, cook cheesy caseroles and have sex with him, who cares? It's not like I feel the need to get out much, anyway. Besides, I like to stay home with the baby, cook cheesy casseroles, and have sex with my husband. Does that make me loathsome? |