I swear, whatever entity designed this whole menstruation thing should be shot. If I ever meet up with whatever force, being, god, whatever who thought that bleeding every month was a good idea (I'm thinking it would have to be male to think this was a good idea), and he can't guarantee I get to be the boy for every other reincarnation I experience, I'm leading the Rebellion.

And I will win.

I can tell these things.

After class today, I wasn't feeling particularly good. Instead of trying to push through the feelings of "eh." and missing small group practice because of another stupid migraine (though I'm not exactly saying I could have prevented last week's if I had just gone to sleep, I could say that and feel comfortable with that statement), I decided to nap. And, in my usual "Let's not waste any time with this napping thing," I put a load of laundry into the washing machine, grabbed a dog, wandered to the bed and fell asleep.

A half hour later, from the depths of sleep I vaguely heard the dogs barking. At least I think they were barking: I recall being annoyed they were barking, but who knows if they were really barking or not.

After an hour or so later, I finally woke up. I needed to get ready for small-group practice, so I pulled out various clothes, changed into them, and wandered out to the garage to move the laundry to the dryer, maybe start another load. Waste no time here!

To be greeted by this:

Water filled our garage, damaging everything on the floor from the washing machine to the front of the house. Turns out, the dogs were barking, and they were trying to say, "Yo! Wake up! A plastic bag fell into the sink where the washing machine drains, blocking the drain! It's causing the laundry water to overflow the sink into the garage and out the front. Come quickly to save your crap!"

Because, well, my dogs have moments of brilliance like that.

Too bad I don't.

Wednesday nights are usually communal dinner nights. No one volunteered to host, so there didn't appear to be a dinner happening. I emailed Megan to see if she would be interested in dinner: I would stop by Whole Foods on the way to her house and we'd cook over at her place. Megan had commented to me that guests don't just head over and knock on her door, so I thought it'd be fun to nearly do that.

Work disagreed.

Late in the afternoon, I wasn't finished with my tasks, and it was clear I wasn't going to be able to have dinner and finish the project images I need to complete. I called Megan up and told her I had to bail.

BUT!

Kris would be out on Friday night, and Friday nights were when we had massages, maybe I could bribe her to come over, take Kris' place and have a massage while I played with Mirabelle for an hour, how about it?

I think she took about .2 microseconds to decide and declare I was the best friend ever.

Yay me!

Note to self: when someone suggests you taste what's inside a sealed gel cap, at least have a glass of water handy when you bite down.

Otherwise, that fish oil is going to leave quite the aftertaste.