For Christmas this year, A~ gave me an extravagant, impractical gift, the first of this kind I've ever received from him: the complete six-season box set DVD of the HBO series Sex and the City. "I thought you deserved something fun," he said, and I promptly started to cry. It's been a rough year. Or haven't I mentioned that?
Through the past week of crap weather and flu-recovery, I've been plowing through those just-for-fun DVDs with a vengeance. The thing is, I've gotten to the part where Miranda has her baby, and I'm a crying wreck. Ah well, it's probably just PMS.
Yup. No period yet.