Under His Hand » 2009 » July

I’m bored.

Master’s taking a nap cuz he has a headache (which *I* did not give to him. For a change.) but we’re supposed to go fishing.

So I’m bored.

I could clean the house but – that’s boring.

I could watch a movie but- that’s boring, too.

I could read but- yep. Boring. I’ve read like 4 books this week. My eyes are tired.

So I come here.. and I really have nothing to talk about.

I killed most everything in the fish tank last week. Not on purpose, just.. cuz I didn’t know why everything was dying. I had about 25 dwarf african frogs and a betta fish and an algae eater in there and then… I dunno.. the frogs started to die. I changed the water- still dying. About 2 a day. I hadn’t done anything different at alll so I was baffled.

Anyway, I finally took everything out, dumped out all the water and in looking over the filter noticed that it was completely clogged with muck. So I’m guessing that even though it was running, it probably wasn’t cleaning the water very well. Probably the water just got too toxic or something.

So, after I cleaned that out and put in all new water, the remaining frogs (about 10 left, if that) and the algae eater seem to be doing okay. The betta died (sniffle. Poor Guapo).

I don’t know how well the garden and flowers are going to do. It got so rainy and cold here for awhile, though the sun is out today. We’ll see. Right now, they look pretty wilted and bedraggled and I’m pretty sure the herbs are drowned. Boo.

The upside down tomatoes look good though. I’ll have to take a picture cuz, you know, everyone has empty cat litter buckets hanging from their deck. It’s a decorating statement!

There’s really not much going on. The summer just seems to be sliding away into nothing. The kids stay up all night and sleep all day- and I don’t really care. *shrug*

Except for Jes. Hee. She’s up earlier and earlier every day. She can’t sleep, too uncomfortable. I told her it was nature’s way of getting her ready and teaching her how to function on little to no sleep before she has the added stress of a crying baby.

She is not amused with my philosophies. Her ruling? “Nature sucks ass.”

No baby yet, obviously. She wants to go fishing with us, too. I told her she better not tip the boat over swinging her ginormous belly around.

Let’s see.

Um.. I’m horny.

Frustrating that Master is sleeping and isn’t willing to “service” me. Stingy bastard. I even woke him up and announced my plight. He shooed me away.

I’m gonna try that next time the tables are turned. I’m gonna shoo HIM away.

Yeah right! I don’t have a death wish!

Oh! Did I tell you that I went to the doc and she prescribed me Prozac for my pms?

Well, actually she said I have pmdd and not pms but, pffft, I dunno what I think about buzzwords like that.

Anyway, she gave me this prescription to take only during the two weeks before my cycle (and she gave me the go ahead on birth control pills to skip my period in August) so I call Master up after the appointment and I tell him about the prescription for the pms and you know what he says??

“Thank GOD!”

*insert hurt feelings here*

Seriously? Was I THAT bad?

*sniffle*

I mean, he used to tell me I wasn’t that bad. After it was over and I’d be sniveling into his shirt apologizing for being an ass, he’d pat me on the head and say “You aren’t that bad, snooks. It’s okay.”

Hmmph. Liar.

He could have just TOLD me to go get treatment. In fact he used to tell me not to worry about, that he didn’t want me on medication and that *it isn’t that bad*!!

Truth be told, one of the side effects of prozac is sexual dysfunction (loss of interest, inability to orgasm) and should those be the side effects I end up with, he’ll probably dump the pills down the toilet anyway. I think he’d rather deal with pms than have a non-sexual sex slave.

Although… hmmm… taking it when I don’t wanna can be fun, too.

Besides, if I don’t have pms, what the hell am I going to rant about here?!?!?