Be careful what you wish for.

First of all, just let me say, that the topic I'm going to be discussing is not for every reader (Joe- this means). So you will have to decide if you want to carry on reading or not. I will give you a moment to decide.

... Okay. For those of you who have decided to stay with me, you will know that for the last two months I have been fretting over not getting my period. And so my doctor gave me some crazy pills to induce one. They are tiny pills. Tiny but deadly. It doesn't seem possible that two little wee pills could wreak so much havoc. Its a very strange phenomenon, but believe me, very real. Yesterday morning I stumbled into the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood behind me. And from then on out, it only got worse. I was wearing a tampon and a pad and changing both every twenty to thirty minutes. The cramps were wicked. I took a thousand miligrams of Tylenol and 800mg of Motrin, and only then did I feel a little better. It was brutal. Things are getting a bit better now, but it has been a rough couple of days. I guess that's why they say 'be careful what you wish for'. Because when you think about it- it doesn't really make much sense 'be careful what you wish for'- because a wish is, by it's very nature, something which one desires, or otherwise possessing some desirable quality. But now I know better. Next time I won't be so keen on getting my period. Although, I suppose, the longer I would have waited the wore it would have been. I shudder at the thought. But here's another example of the 'be careful what you wish for' theme.
Baxter Brown. My little dog with such a lovable face. I saw that dog in Petland and fell instantly in love. Oh, how I wished for that dog. I wished and wished and wished until finally my husband got sick of listening to me an conformed to my wish. And now we have a dog. I love him. But Geoff hates him. And he wants him out. And I can't even really say that I blame him. If I were to honestly appraise the situation from an objective perspective- the dog is not going so good. I bought him on a whim and have never really had the time to train him. I don' know. I can hardly bear the thought of parting with him, but I know that the dog is difficult to live with. He's not house trained. He's chewed up our leather couch. He runs away and doesn't come back when you call him. In essence, he's bad. And that's probably 100% my fault because I just don't have the time to really train him. But now what am I to do?
Onto the last item of business. Contest winners. I shall be sending out the prizes this week. For those of you who didn't win, I don't want to pour salt on the wounds but I do want to say that the prizes are excellent.
1st Place: Stationary and ballpoint pen
2nd Place: "#1 Dog" Fridge Magnet/Grocery pad
3rd Place: "Kathy" cartoon fridge magnet which will surely give you a hearty chuckle every time you open the fridge for many years to come. So you can expect those packages to arrive fairly soon.
Thats it for now. Have a good night.