1.  Shortest period in my life.  I’ve been waiting for the last 3 days for it to start up again, but, well, no.  On for two days, then off.  I remember being so damned hatefully jealous when I read about, (in one of those “books for young ladies” they gave us in middle school), how many women only bleed for 2 or 3 days.  I was pissed.  Felt totally cheated by my bleedarific body that usually holds out for more of a 5-7 day bleed.  So this?  This “hardly knew it happened” period?  Yay for Lupron!

I can’t believe I just said that.

2.  A mini ciabatta with my Italian bakery coffee in the morning.  It’s such a Sunday morning treat of a breakfast when you get the roll while it’s still hot from baking.  Mmmm.  Love the bakery around the corner!

3.  Bizarro dreams.  Dreamt that someone sent me a gorgeous, enormous ABC sampler for my baby’s birth.  Only problem is, the woman who opens the mail at work started cutting into it, not understanding how these things are framed.  I was heartbroken, and horrified – how was I going to tell this friend that someone had ruined what was obviously a hugely meaningful, hugely time-expensive gift?  I was not entirely unhappy to wake up, I have to say, even though any dream where I’m dandling baby for half the dream, counts as a good dream.

4.  Tremors 2. I never realized it was a series, at this point.  Extremely funny B-movie.  Almost as funny as Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus, if such a thing is possible.

5.  The dog ate more of my work clothing.  Realize this is a big deal because I hate clothes shopping, and as a result, simply don’t have all that many pair of pants/blouses/sweaters that are appropriate for work.  Fortunately, for the next month, it’s jeans & tee-shirts at work.  This is a really good thing, as I’m sick of looking like a librarian all the time.  If the dog had to decimate my wardrobe, last night was a good time to do it.