Our third anniversary is the 29th and obviously we like to go to Scarborough Faire if at all possible.
So Rob has Thursday & Friday off, we're dropping the dog at the boarders and the cats at the vets and heading for Waxahachie and Ren goodness. We've got a anniversary dinner planned in Dallas Friday night, then Scarby on Saturday, and home sometime Sunday afternoon.
So naturally, I get the Curse™ last night. Dammit! Unless it cooperates, no hotel sex for Jen. Grrrr. What's really annoying is it's 2 or 3 days early – and it was almost a week late last month. I do not like the implications of that.
Oh well. With luck, it'll wrap up by Friday. If not, well, I don't have to wash the sheets.
I have decided over the years that the body KNOWS, and decides that you are not going to have fun when you would most like to.
Is it any consolation to you to know that I’ve been on a three-week cycle for months now?