So, last Friday…

Last Friday Gene and I went to the Cheesecake City General Hospital for some testing in re: Plan B (lack thereof).

And… hmm, well.

It doesn’t look good. It doesn’t look impossible (yet, points out the little dark part of my head, the part that Googles in its free time). More testing in August, we’ll see what happens then.

On the bright side, I think I managed to survive yet another hellacious payroll. (Seriously, what kind of mega payroll provider decides to change minimum wage a whole 2 weeks early??? How dumb is that???)

(And on the bright side of that, our payroll salesdude is buying Gwen and I lunch next week (as an “I’m sorry my employer sometimes makes hugely moronic decisions!” present). Yum. Appetizer, entree AND dessert, please!)