It's not always happily ever after here.
Sometimes we both get to feeling mean and nasty all day, and it is Hell Week, and the both of us start in on each other right away as soon as I get home. I can't even tell you what it all *was*; we just started taking little shots continuously from the git-go, so many we couldn't keep track.
Sometimes the only way we'll both survive the night is if we each get half a package of mint chocolate Tofutti bars ("Why are there only stupid hippie snacks in this house?" "Because *some* of us have to worry about our weight!") and she goes upstairs to her attic-turned-sewing-room and I stay right downstairs and bitch on the computer. Even the cats are avoiding our company!
Tomorrow neither of us will remember a thing, probably. But I still don't want to look at her or hear her for the moment. If the people at Exodus and those other ex-gay ministries had half a clue, they'd use shared menstrual cycles as a recruiting tool for lesbian and bi women. "Be the only bitch in the house! Keep all the chocolate to yourself! Stop sharing your pads! Make some lucky straight guy suffer! Get him groveling! Send him out for tampons!" I bet they'd recruit a woman or two by trying that. Which means it's probably just as well that they don't have a clue.
Other things to think about:
Whose permission do you need to marry? Wonderful pro-SSM ad. Yes, I'm still for it.
Chocolate can fix lots of things. It just might even be a motor fuel!
Wanna get out of jury duty? Be a Goth! Or go to RenFaires!
Neem tree oil keeps skeeters away!
An American writer in Britain caused a firestorm of controversy by announcing, Sorry, But My Children Bore Me to Death!
Finally, someone somewhere has decided to act against a hotbed of sin that directly contradicts God's word in Leviticus--seafood restaurants! That's right, God Hates Shrimp!