Last night my period started. Honestly, I don’t know if the things I have even constitute a period… they are so light and never have the “full red flow” that is supposed to indicate a CD1. But whatever. For the first time in months I got to venture to the back of my underwear drawer and pull out my “period panties.” I love my period panties. All of them are black and made of the softest cotton with wide soft waistbands that are oh-so comfortable when I’m bloated. The panties and the fact that I might get to try again for a baby are the best things about CD1.
Along similar lines…
Every morning I get ready for work in the same order: shower, lotion/tend to pimply face, comb sad falling out hair, apply makeup, blow dry bangs and say a little prayer that all the hair does not completely evacuate my head that day, meander upstairs, put on outfit, wander back downstairs to do dishes and make lunch. By this time the Professor is up and having breakfast and I stand in front of him and let him scrutinize my outfit.
A lot of y’all are probably groaning now. “Belle! You are supposed to be an independent woman! Why on earth are you letting the Huz approve your outfit?” You see, I have problems with over accessorizing and/or wearing too many colors. Some days I do ok while other days I can go a bit crazy and end up looking like I’m going to the circus rather than my bland corporate desk job.
Anyways, the Professor checks my outfit every morning and I make suggested adjustments. Then I drop trou, usually in front of him and in the dining room, and change into my gym clothes for the commute to work. This always makes the Professor laugh. “You know…. you are naked in the dining room….” *wink wink, nudge nudge*
Today I undressed and then just stood there enjoying the freedom of wearing nothing but my super comfy period panties.
“Some days I wish I could bike in my underpants.”
“WHAT?” the Professor said.
“You know just me and my underpants flying down Nicholasville Road all free. It would be invigorating. Why is our country so prude?”
“Just you and your underpants, huh? I think that would be more you, your underpants and a lot of freaked out drivers,” he said. “Now put your pants on.”
I have spent the last week gathering the final touches for our remodeled kitchen. Yes, we are STILL working on it (Never remodel your own kitchen while the wife works full-time and the husband is trying to finish a Ph.D.) Last night our new pot holders* arrived and I really feel that they make a great statement piece that defines the Professor’s and my personality. What do you think?
The one review is what really sold us on these:
My favorite item on my wedding registry! Matched my kitchen purrr-fectly. Such great quality with the cutest cats on them. These are great for cat lovers!
I find it extra hilarious that the reviewer was actually getting married, meaning that somewhere on this earth is another Crazy Cat Lady who found a Crazy Cat Man and joined forces to become an Alarming Cat Couple. Or maybe a Crazy Cat Lady found a Total Pushover Man and dominated the wedding registry.
Our new take on the four cat thing is that as long as we are stuck with a pile of cats and no children we will embrace the Alarming Cat Couple stereotype. These pot holders felt like the purr-fect step in the right direction 🙂
* I just realized there are matching towels… am I ready to go that far…