Someone around here has a cat. More than one cat.
Whoa! Your cologne is fogging up the joint.
Did I spend all day yesterday weeding? My back!
Let’s see, are there any sales on concealer? My face is a mess.
Is it hot in here or is it me?
I think we have the clomid to thank for all that. I’m walking around like a super scent-sensitive arthritic lady with one hand pressed to my back and the other hovering somewhere around my nose to simultaneously wave off the fumes, fan myself, and hide my ridiculously broken out chin. I’m going to be a hoot when I teach classes today.
I’m looking at it this way, if I don’t ever get pregnant at least I’ll have this time with clomid to pretend I know what it’s like.