Gin, I'm perfectly capable of hugging without any pervery going on, I'll have you know (what would be going on in my mind, however, is another matter ). I didn't know you were dealing with breast-lump-worry, so am so glad it sounds like nothing serious and think you deserve to win a baby this cycle for your troubles. Sounds like you've played the odds just right, as well
Anyone who thinks Bills and Moon are tame is very, very wrong. My Gran loves 'em and she regularly sits there reading one only to stop to cackle filthily then stare misty-eyed at a pic of my late Granddad. I've sneaked a peak and they are ruuuuude. Their heroes certainly know which hole to use and how!
Well, I've had a shit day. As predicted, it was adorable baby central yet again. At one point, a red-cheeked, curly haired moppet in a velvet frock grabbed my hand as I gave her a little cake and said 'fankoo, pwetty lady' and rubbed my hand against her cheek (I thought I was going to cry out of my vagina, it made my heart pang so badly) and then her mum and another mother (they had about 6 between them) sat discussing how easily they had got updiffed, the miracles of their many births and how nothing compares to the joys of motherhood, etc. I had to keep going and pretending to look for things in case I shouted 'Stop rubbing it in, you fucking cunts!'.
I have this image of Cosmo marooned on an island, bravely fighting the enemy alone as we pass on news and suport via an old army wireless. Can't sweet, stinky weewee be a sign of diabetes or just eating asparagus? Don't tell her that. No point in dragging anyone else down into my chasm of despair (not a euphemism for my vajayjay, before anyone starts)
In hilarity news, my friend/boss has just found out that her 27-yr old boyfriend thought women weed out of their vaginas. Seriously. Bodes well for their future TTC