Ok, boys and girls, I am now in my un-disclosed location for my “Pamper Me” weekend during which Hubby has graciously given me 48 hours away from him, the house, the dog and the kids. Indeed, this could not have come at a better time.

The sad news is that there will not be a “Guide To Being Venomously Pregnant, Part 2,” at least for some time. For the three or four of you with whom I’ve been in heavy-duty e-mail conversations with about this very topic, this should come as no surprise given the physical problems I’ve been having the past week.

As for the rest of you, please don’t make a big deal out of it or you’ll get on my fucking nerves. I have every reason to suspect we’ll try for another little Viper later down the road, but right now I’m in no hurry.

I am, however, in a rather large hurry to start imbibing martinis. Lots of them. If nothing else, perhaps all of that vodka will wash these damn ultra-girly hormones out of my system and let me get back to being my Venomous self.

Ergo, the Vodka Trials have returned! So, after a quick trip over to Kalakaua Avenue to pick up some munchies for later tonight, I’m going to head to the lounge and see how many different types of vodka they have. Then I’m going to see how many types I can try while still being able to stay on my chair. (That’s when I know I should have “just one more” and head back to my room. And I will.)

Yeah, yeah. Don’t hate me because I live in Hawai’i. Hate me because I rub it in.

Saturday, June 21st, 2003, 4:08 pm   |   My Venomous Life  |  RSS feed Comments and pings are currently closed.