Guy-aitus

So, I went ahead and dumped Mr. Incredible.

Then along came another guy with flowers. I said no.

I am on Guy-aitus.

Which probably isn’t such a bad thing, I guess, since I keep effing up my interesting new concept birth control.

The (somewhat) funny thing about this is that I somehow thought it would be a good idea if I synchronized my dog’s flea preventative medicine schedule with my own nuvaring schedule.

But now that I have it all messed up, not only do I have the (highly theoretical immaculate conception kind of) possibility of becoming pregnant, but I might also get fleas.