This Past Weekend

I dunno what I was smoking this weekend, but obviously I didn't have enough of it, because I agreed to let my daughter have a sleepover with two of her friends. I've done 3 before, and it was awful, but I had thought it was because of who it had been, not the number. I was wrong. Apparently sleepovers need to be in even numbers, I'll have to put that in the parent manual. So they spent the weekend arguing, and tattling, and screaming, and crying, and occasionally, playing peacefully together. I decided about halfway thru that NOT swearing at them was just hypocritical, and let it launch in a tirade. "If you little bastards can't fucking get along, then you're all going the HELL home!!" LOL, my daughter just rolled her eyes at me and said, "Jeez mom, you don't have to swear, you know. " Nice. Then they were off calling each other little bastards for the rest of the weekend. That was hysterical! Thank god their respective parents swear as much or more than I do!!! LOL
So I finished the last touches on Malcolm's costume, put the belt loops on, finished his tartan shawl, and managed to create and cut the pattern for my dress after some debate and alot of argument from Malcolm to make it mini-skirt short. Ahh, not so much. I know he loves thick thighs, but cummon, there's a limit to what I'm comfortable showing off in public. So I agreed to go an inch above my knee, which in his sly brain will be up to my crotch if I ever try to sit down. So, the shoes better be comfy, although chances are I'll just be barefoot as usual. By some miracle, my daughter found an abandoned leash in the middle of the road yesterday. Of course the color is all wrong, and Malcolm says he's going to get either a chain one or a black leather one. He doesn't want his sheep looking cheap. My friend Ondine said "Sheep on a leash?, is that like Soap on a Rope?". She's a riot.
I doubt I'll get anything accomplished on my costume today because this is my surgery day. I don't know how I'll feel afterward, but I know I'm getting 7 injections around the site, and I get to be blissfully awake and aware of them slicing my head open and tugging bits of flesh out. JOY! When I elaborated on the specifics to Mr, I could tell he was breaking out into a sweat just hearing about the needles, and the blood, and he told me to stop before he vomited. Malcolm? He's waiting for me to be finished, and then he's gonna make sure I'm taken care of the rest of the day, cuz he's cool like that. I think he could probably give himself stitches without any anesthetic and be ok. LOL! Mr was really endearing, however, and told me that I HAD to be ok after, because in his heart he's worried about the biopsy results. I know I'll be fine, and THANK YOU Mr, for showing me love and concern. You already know, cuz I already spoke to you about this yesterday. Peace.
I'm sure my most loyal reader is waiting for me to post some snide remark about her event this weekend, but I don't have the time nor the inclination to bother with it. I will repeat from my previous posts that my life is amazing right now, and my balance between my friends and my lover is perfect, and has been for a long time. I value my relationship with Malcolm and would never do anything to hurt him, especially after we agreed to be exclusive to each other. So if there is blame, don't place it on me. The past is past, and we've all moved forward. And if an excuse was needed, well, more power to you, but be real about it....he is who he is and he will never change. Not for me, not for you, not for anyone that comes along in his future. People don't change, they only become more of who they are. And if you allege that it's MY blog that is the issue???? STOP FUCKING READING IT! Mr surely doesn't. LOL