So my favorite Aunt came to visit today. I thanked Darla profusely for sending her my way once she was done with her. Butch thanked her too. He especially likes to see the bloating, and dodge objects thrown thanks to hormones and throw a bottle of midol my way as he's running to the truck. He mocks my third pair of pants for the day and my vicious hot and cold cycles. And I contemplate getting back on Depo just to go back to days when Auntie was at bay. Why can't we live in a primitive society, where all of the women get to sit in a hut for a week away from the chillins and the men and have a Big Fat Time Out. So as I'm hogging his spot on the couch and wasting time writing this all I can think about is finishing my dishes with the mantra "when the dishes are done i can crochet. when the dishes are done i can crochet. when the dishes are done i can crochet." And trying to get it all done by eight so I can watch my sitcoms that are new tonight... ncis...raising hope...something-er-other-wilde... and so.ns of an.arch.y. i heart the (family first no matter what the cost) motto they live by.