I hear ya' RW, but girl, be so careful about what you wish for!!! This trip was supposed to be 6 months backpacking Europe 10 years from now.

I think you've been eating at too many bridal showers.

Make her a real sandwich dm, shaved roast beef w/Swiss, mustard, lettuce, maybe a little horseradish. Throw a huge dill pickle spear on the side and send her packing. Fru-fru food has its limits.

Whut up witchu, FG?



You guys, I have to be honest. I think my hormones are raging out of control. I'm 44 and pre, off the pill, with a fickle calendar these days, but everything sends me into a meltdown anymore. I'm waaaaay overreacting to everything. Some of my friendships are in transitional phases and every single thing totally sets me off. I'm sick of living this freakin' gimpy way too, and between the two "M"s I'm going out of my mind. Someone just shoot me!!!