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My period was four days late this cycle.

Four days.

I got it this morning.

I don't know what hurts more. Getting it, or four whole days of dreaming how my life would change.

There's a hole in my heart.

Quote-y Quotables

Coming from a family where hysteria is pretty high up there on our personality trait list, my mother and my sister had this little exchange this morning:

Mother: How did you do on your test?
*My sister is studying to be a physical therapist.

Sister: I did okay, I got a 77. Eh. Not so bad because the class average was 79.

Mother: Is that the one you were crying about the other day?

Sister: Um, I cry every day. Which day are you referring to?

Lord, I love my family.

Happy weekend, cookies!

From the Desk of the Barren and Currently Unemployed

Yowza! That's quite a catchy title, no? Methinks it's a bit dramatical, but the few days before I get my period are a bonanza of crying and drama -so maybe not, really.

I'm not a huge fan of putting my sad-face girl feelings out to God and the universe. For sure I like to believe that the love and energy you send is what you receive, and in this case, what I'd be receiving is obviously not so bueno, but it's how I'm feeling. At least right now.

The only good thing about not getting my period is that it's another inane reason for me to buy myself totally ridiculous things. Hmmmm. Let's see, Mother Nature: 84, Smart Cookie: 0, Smart Cookie's Closet: Full to Bursting.

Clearly, there are no winners.

But, since it seems that history is most likely going to repeat itself this month, this lovely dress from anthropologie is warming my poor, cold, dead heart.

If it weren't for the fact that I'm getting my hair done on Wednesday, and that duh! I'm unemployed, I wouldn't even think twice about inputting my debit digits.

But for now, like the baby I've been wanting for what seems like forever, I'll have to wait.