Boys, just stop reading. Go do something else.
So, I know that this is TMI and will have some of you rolling your eyes, but I have never been good about tracking my. God bless the internet, because there is an actual website that lets you record when you get your. and (after gathering a couple of months of data) will send you an e-mail a couple of days before you get your next. It is awesome! No more “What the heck?” moments here – I’ve got the internets to track my.
Oh, for those of you who think I’m being juvenile with the periods, you can kiss my *
* cheek
How the heck am I supposed to resist clicking “Continue Reading”?
I’ve read that men have grouchy days based on a monthly cycle. Maybe I could track them. Or maybe I could track the phases of the moon or something. That’s monthly, right?
I read an article at the library yesterday that said that men can breastfeed, so why not? You could also keep track of killing rabbits. “Your next rabbit killing is tomorrow. That’s based on a cycle of 28.9 days.”
So…what’s the actual web address? Because searching around is too much trouble.
I’m sorry. I was so proud of myself for taking a picture of the screen instead of trying to figure out how to do a screen shot I forgot a link. It’s http://www.mon.thly.info/welcome
I think it’s important to also say, “Happy Anniversary Lloyd and Lauren!!”
Happy. Anniversary. Lloyd. And. Lauren.
HAPPY 16th ANNIVERSARY from both of us!!! :-D)))))))))
I have now joined, thanks Lauren one less thing to worry about. Hope your * doesn’t fall on your anniversary.
Hmm… i have to think about this one.
*grits
Thank you, lauren. It would really be a mess on the kitchen floor.
Let me clarify. Spilling the grits would make a big mess on the counter, cabinet doors, and the kitchen floor. And that is just no fun to clean up on your anniversary. And happy anniversary.
Thanks! 🙂
So, where did the customary Chinese anniversary dinner come from? At 6pm I saw Lloyd heading west….
It’s in my belly! We also had a surprise visit from the Card Fairy while I was passed out upstairs watching Rachel Ray. You’re sneaky, Beth. I didn’t hear a thing.
I wasn’t actually sure you were home. And everyone was in the car waiting so I stuck it the one place I KNEW you would see it. 😀
It’s like you know me or something. (I can quit anytime -- really!)
was it on the keyboard, or toilet seat? *