Updated!

It's been a bit since I've written anything here. I just don't seem to go on my computer much at home, Rob has been over a lot lately. Cause we are basically living in sin. Good times.

My ultrasound is this week. Hopefully they will figure out what's wrong with me. I have to say I wasn't impressed when my friend Jenny told me that they did an internal one on her. At least she warned me before hand. That would have been a big shock. An unpleasant one. Ugh. Anyway, it's in the afternoon and Rob is working, so Chrissy and T will be taking me. I was really freaking out about it at first, but I'm better now. I told them that if they had other plans, I would be ok to go on my own, but they love me and said they would still go with me. So good times on Thursday. Fingers crossed that they find out what's wrong with me. And if they do, fingers crossed even harder that it's nothing really bad.

I've been walking to work lately, and it's been raining. Like everyday. And if it just happens to be cloudy and not raining, the ground is still soaked. So my poor feet have been wet for like two weeks this week. This morning Rob drove me in. I was so happy. I was here really early, but that's ok. The banked time is good.

We had a retarded fight on Friday night. I'm not going to go into it, because it's just too retarded. But it centered around a Kenny vs Spenny episode. I think it's a case of we don't really fight at all, just once every few months. Yeah, we have little cranky moments, but no fights. So I think we just keep all of the annoyances inside and then let them out once every few months and feel better. We made up that night so it was all good.

Work is retarded. They still haven't hired a girl for upfront and I have to answer the phones everyday at 4 when everyone else leaves, and I answer them when they ring during the day and the girl who's up front doesn't answer. But apparently I "haven't done phones" for two weeks now. Whatever. Fuck, I hate how childish it can be here, people don't come right up and say something to you. They go running to mommy or daddy or start talking behind your backs. Babies.