I’ve decided to drink wine this evening.
Yellow Tail makes a charming Merlot. A Merlot that has helped a bit. I plan to be at ease by the time I reach the latter half of it. Today warranted that sort of planning.
You see, basically, I got the same “news” today that I’ve gotten before:
Say it with me now: “There is NOTHING gynecologically wrong.”
Back when I was still engaged, a fellow bride shared some wisdom from one of her elder family members. It was a list of things every new wife should do to keep house. There, nestled alongside gems like “Never go to bed angry”, was this little nugget,
“Your husband should never know when you are having your feminine time. Keep those things private!”
I know, I know, I’ve been away.
And in the midst of all that was Mother’s Day and volunteering and a slew of other busywork. But if you hang out with me on Facebook or Twitter, then you know I didn’t just leave you hanging. However, I have been completely void of posting blogs. Je m’excuse!