The Days Keep Ticking By.....

...I can't believe that it's already November. What happened to the summer? Wasn't it just summer? Holy Cow!

...So last night, I decided to go about trying to fix my broken nether-regions. When prompted as to why I was buying 100% Cotton undies, I told Aaron that Cotton was supposed to be more breathable. He put it best when he said that I have a rainforest down there, with all kinds of lovely growth. Which reminds me....I need to call and make an appointment to see my doc for the yearly bit o'fun. That, and you bet your bippy that I'm going to complain about this. The lack of sex is killing me. Killing. Me.

...There you have it. More than you wanted to know. Again. But then again...it's my blog. *wink*


****update****
...call put into the doc for my yearly and my complaints? ....check!
...seven diapers changed, seven kids with socks and shoes on ready to go outside?....check!

hope everyone else's days are as productive!

***update, part deux***
....number of articles of clothing from Mt. Needtofold folded today?....0
....number of minutes spent sweeping feast on kitchen floor?....0
....number of kids finally sleeping after 2 near-miss homocides...6
....number of Zookeepers going to the doc to fix nether-regions...1
....number of library pockets made for birthday calendars....36

not outstanding, but not altogether shabby....am off to begin folding laundry before crew wakes up.

***update, part drei (cos i really don't know how to spell three in french...)***
....and the day is nearing an end here in the Byers' household. I have conquered Mt. Needtofold....it's been disassembled, and each part will be relocated back to its home base shortly.

....I went to the doctor and discovered that I do, in fact have a yeast infection. Have secured the tablet, though, as have been having really bad luck with the creams. *sigh* Hopefully I can fix all broken parts soon.

....I'm really starting to fear the days that Erin is a teenager. She's as stubborn as anything. She flexing her independence muscles, insisting that she do everything herself. When she has trouble, she then gets pissed at ME for things not going according to plan.....I feel a fifteen year headache in the works.....