Why my husband should put me on wife swap

This past week-end was a fun one. We started with Friday night going to see Kathy Griffin at the Paramount with my sister. First of all, I'm a cusser and it just comes out. But I can not hold 10 seconds to that woman's mouth. When she came out people were literally freaking out; jumping out of their seats and screaming. I had no idea her following was so extreme. Her pop culture stories and celebrity sightings are quite funny. We laughed and laughed. Then Saturday morning came.

Several weeks ago I signed up for a 3 hour yoga fertility workshop that had a single or couples option. I asked (told) Kent that he was doing it with me and that it would be good for both of us. I'm a basket case at times with work and the unknown that is called life. As we were getting ready to leave Kent started questioning my choice. Of course I was pissed and told him to not come. He kept asking me if he was going to be the only guy. I explained I couldn't say yes or no, but that I would go by myself. I'm such a guilt trip of a wife at times! Bad Lisa, Bad Lisa! I did think stretching would be helpful for him as well, but holy shit, who knew what I signed us up for.

First of all it was in the University District and in an old church that was totally in disrepair (AKA gross). Fine, I'll get all Buddha like and kumbayaish, but really, it grossed me out and it smelt like feet. When we walked in I knew I was f*cked, Kent was going to kill me. It was 3 other ladies and us. We sat in a circle and we shared things...like our names and where we were in our cycle! WTF! I would NEVER have brought him with me, I mean seriously. If you are going to have open conversations and talk about if you are on your period with strangers, you might want to separate the girls from the boys, the vaginas from the penises. Sheesh! I introduced myself as Lisa, the woman who brought her poor husband who was going to kill afterwards. Since Kent's period just isn't a problem, he became a floater, he could choose his poses at free will. Kent kept looking at the clock, and me, and I knew what he was thinking. There were a few poses that we did together and Kent made it aware of his feelings as his elbows were grinding into my back.

I totally laugh now when I think about this. Kent talking about how he doesn't have a period, our laughing too often (the silent type though, the one where your body just shakes). It was a bonding experience and I love him more and more everyday as we are figuring out what is going to be best for us and this fertility adventure. My business is so frickin' late, but I'm not pregnant. I started progesterone to hopefully help it get moving.

On Saturday night Kent was able to get revenge back on me as we went to a 100th celebration of his DKE fraternity. We did get all dressed up and looked great.

I know 2 other ladies so they were my posse.

Deidre and Tara to my rescue!
There was some dancing, some drinking and an after party.


The major party foul for me though was my desire to eat at 2am and the only option was Taco Bell. I don't think I have "ran for the border" since 1997. Now I know why. I was so damn sick the next day and I know it was from whatever I consumed at 2am and not the wine. Baby Jesus please help me to remember this bad, bad choice so that I never make it again.

Best looking guy in the drive thru!