AHH just be quiet Suz.

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Yeah I am feeling better.
Emotionally and physically.
I believe menopause has hit me.
It is amazing that a few short hours after getting my period which was three weeks late, I am back to my old self.
I return to the woman that loves her family and husband and wants to make a big dinner for everyone.
Not to say I wouldnt love to have that shoppe someday, I just dont want to leave everyone behind, and disappear.
I will call my ob gyn and find some hormones maybe for this transition.
Andy and I were talking about this event that is befallen us.
MENOPAUSE> end to childbearing years that leaves a woman hormonally unstable and deficient.
SO my excuse for my weepy, self indulgent, pathetic week (or two) -------
Hormones, or lack of them.
It is 9 30 on a Sunday morning, I am sitting in the recliner and Jack is busy playing with his cars, and new Zhou Zhou pets.
He put the zhou zhou in RC Lightning McQueen and drove it around the house.
I am making biscuits and some scrambled eggs.
drinking my coffee.
Andy is still in bed doing some inventory of his stock for work.
(Stock of his product for work, not money stock--PAAALEEASE)
The girls are still sleeping or in other words....
seeing who can stay in their rooms longer so they dont have to walk the dog.
Dishwahser is running first load, laundry is on its second.
Andy and i are going out tonight at 6 with my dear friend Shirley and another friend Gary.
They are not a couple, nor do I know they ever will be.
But I love them both and would love to see them happy. They are both nursing broken hearts right now and if having another friend in the world is what comes out or this, that is a good thing.
Everyone can use a new friend.

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