Sand

Were you a gynecologist with the appropriate tools, this is exactly what you'd see if you were to take a quick look up my private parts.

Actually just being around me of late would have been enough to hint at my sand-in-vagina status - particularly if you heard the many times I actually announced its presence. Much kudos goes to Stu, who actually still went out with me on Saturday night after I'd already made my condition clear.

Anyway, it wasn't one thing in particular that made me so sandy, it was legion. Like the Thai Government extending the Songkran holiday to all week, so neither me nor Stu will find out about our jobs until next week at the soonest. Jobs we've had the time to hinge our whole lives and futures on in the waiting. Then there's the heat, which has been WAY more comprehensive than normal Thai heat. Like Schitzfest 2009 every time you just want to walk down to the supermarket to get something to inadequately rehydrate with. I'm still also a bit poor, so that adds a few more granules into the mix. Having a ridiculous drunken argument with bf where niether of us could actually articulate what the problem was or ascertain if there even was one to start with, much less if it was proufound and worthy of being classified as an argument. Being at the mercy of an air conditioner that did its best work in the late 70s. Aaaand sand/vagina rant over.

All my friends (two of them, anyway) had much more than sand issue forth from their lady bits - babies, to be exact. Here is one, Sams:

http://plannedtopop.blogspot.com/


Awwwwwn. And Biddy, although she hasn't blogged the baby yet, maybe she will soon, and the two of them can have a blog off.

http://girlupduff.blogspot.com/

Our furr baby - the dog - is growing well, is in fact still growing. He can now escape the bath mid-bath, which is awesome if you also wanted to give the apartment floor and your entire body a quick rinse with dirty dog water. He can reach the bed no problems, and prefers to sleep at the bottom of the it... until we fall asleep and he worms his way up to somewhere between our heads and the pillows. Or uses the bed as a special hurdle track where our kidneys, boobs/balls, bladders or faces are used as footholds as he flings his pygmy arse over us repeatedly.

Generally, he is sweet. And reminds me of a seal. His poos still look like bead and hair macrame, but at least it's easier to clean up when all the droppings are woven together like folk art. And he does get up the grills of all the menacing soi dogs outside, but has so far avoided being eaten by them, and in fact, usually tries to hump their heads. We do not condone shows of lipstick, so anything to do with that is done on the floor, out of our sight.

This is getting somewhat blathery, so here is a picture of the dog's ridiculously fluffy feet and him doing downward dog. Seriously, he has more toe floof than is neessary in any situation I can think of.