With Michael actually having an afternoon nap (I don’t think he’s feeling well) and Kate enjoying an episode of the Big Comfy Couch (that fucking show has been on since I was a kid and it’s still annoying as Hell), I guess I have no excuse not to post something.

But what to write about?

I’m not interested in talking any more about Rock today. Nothing has changed or progressed or whatever and I don’t feel like thinking about it any more than I already have to. Until I need to let something Rock related out again, I’m just going to keep mulling it all over in my mind. I don’t feel like discussing it any further, at least for the time being. Plus, it’s inevitable that I * will * have to talk further about him with other people in my life and it’s tiring thinking so much about it and spending so much energy on something so negative. That’s something you may, or may not, know about me. I struggle with negative energy which is part of the reason why I don’t do well with confrontation. I get over angry feelings really quickly, which is usually a good thing but when it’s something that has to be dragged out, that characteristic tends to come back to bite me in the ass.

So if I’m not going to write any more about Rock and the separation, then what should I write about?

I’m not supposed to write any more about the washing machine, so that’s out. Ha.

And nobody is going to care if I smell like moth balls (which I do because I just finished scattering some around the perimeter of the house to keep skunky and her cronies of raccoons away from my breezeway).

Guess that means that I have to resort to my most favorite topic….DON!

Oh, lucky you guys. Stop groaning. You know you secretly love it.

Right. Well. Tomorrow will include not only some errand running (I took Michael and Kate out this morning to get water for the cooler with my last two remaining coupons for a free fill up and some stuff at Wal Mart, including a splurge on good mouse traps. Such a sad little life I lead, eh?) to the health food store and the good, old dollar store but also some primping. That’s right! Tomorrow will be another primp day! Cuz guess what?

Don’s coming back! Hooray!

Yes, I realize it’s only been less than two weeks since he was here last. But damn, it has felt like so much longer. And it’s hard. A lot harder than I even let on most days. I like the way that he put it on his recent (if brief) return to mybloggers: “The longer we’re together, the more we fall in love and the harder it is to be away from one another”.

So, he’s leaving tomorrow after lunch and driving straight through and will be here tomorrow night to spend the weekend with me.

Spoiled little girl that I am.

I told him to bring his camera cuz mine sucks some serious ass (but then again, I tell him to bring his camera pretty much every time he visits and he rarely remembers and when he does we rarely remember to take pictures). Hopefully all of you will end up with a boring picture post to cruise through by Monday.

And we already have big, exciting plans! Oh yes! Stop looking at me like that… we do so do exciting things! Just not that often.

Don’t believe me? Keep reading…

We’re going to the porn store. Now that’s exciting! Except, since neither of us looks at or watches porn anymore (that’s a book of a story, not a blog post, it’s so long) most of the material in that store will be wasted on us. But remember my old posts on Blogster about my goodie box? Remember the time the vibrators tried to kill me? Remember? Remember? If you don’t you can always cruise on over there and look for the post. I don’t know how to post links because I’m computer illiterate.

But anyway…I’m really getting off track, here.

It’s been far too long since I’ve been in the porn store (which does have an actual name, I just prefer to call it what it is, like the way Ontario simply calls the beer store, The Beer Store…original folks that we are) and it’s been far too long since I’ve added anything fun to my goodie box. The truth is that the goodie box needs a bit of a make over. And now that I’m in a new relationship with a completely new and exciting sexual vibe, it seems fitting to visit the porn store once again to have a look around with a new set of eyes. Should be fun. And don’t worry…we won’t take pictures there…or afterwards…okay, time to talk about something else…

Oh! I have some strange news to share! This is really weird, so brace yourselves.

Yesterday afternoon, I drank a glass of chocolate milk.

For those of you who know how much I hate milk, I hope you were sitting down.

For those of you who didn’t know how much I hate milk, well, now you do.

I actually have a bit of a milk phobia, I think. I haven’t drank a glass of milk, chocolate or otherwise, in well over twenty years. Not since I was young enough to be forced. I actually have nightmares now, as an adult, in which people are forcing me to drink milk. I have trouble not gagging when I pour some for the kids or make a ba-ba milky (bottle of milk) for Michael. I can’t stand to smell it, let alone taste it. And I won’t kiss someone, no matter how much I love them, if I know that they drank milk that day. I really, really hate milk. Even just talking about it sometimes will make me feel sick.

I usually drink calcium fortified rice or soy milk and I do like other dairy, so figure that one out.

Anyway, yesterday I poured a cup of chocolate milk for Kate, who loves the stuff (it was on sale for less than half the regular price at the grocery store so I indulged her) and noticed that I wasn’t grossed out. Then I found myself thinking that it looked kinda good. And then I started craving it in a mad, mad way. So I drank a cup of it. And liked it.

Strange things are happening here in Janet Land, let me tell you. Because if that isn’t enough to make you think you should get your skates out cuz hell just froze over, keep reading…

I threw out a cup of coffee yesterday morning. That is shocking, I know. Because for as much as I hate milk, I love coffee that much more. I have to limit myself or I will drink the stuff all day long. But yesterday morning, it just didn’t go down right. It made my stomach feel sour and yucky and it didn’t taste as good as it normally does.

Strange, strange things.

This is probably my most boring post ever so I think I’ll shut up.

For now.

Happy Wednesday, Everyone! I hope your weekend plans include something uber fun, too, even if porn doesn’t rock your, well, I’m shutting up now.