6:45 a.m.

Anyways - the title... the reason for the line "You've got to be fucking kidding me?" Is because I apparently am the neighbor of idiots. Idiots that think target shooting at 6:45 a.m. is appropriate. That 6:45 a.m. wake up call was gunfire for me. Seriously... Oh wait no it wasn't the gunfire that woke me up it was the 3 dogs that were pissed off at the gunfire that woke me up.

Have I mentioned I'm NOT a morning person? No???? Well I'm not. Right now I'm irritable, sleep deprived, and my only solution to all this is to have some retail therapy. No clue where I'll be shopping as it's too freaking early for anything to be open, however if I stay here much longer the dogs barking will cause a migraine and then I'll have to create some havoc with the neighbors... and truthfully I don't want to have to call my husband and say uhmm D can you come bail my ass out of jail... I just assaulted the neighbors with their own weapons.

Oh yes and cycle chances - slim to none with having only attempted procreation on the day before ovulation and the well day after... I know we were supposed to dtd on ovulation day - however we apparently felt sleep was more important. Priorities people... priorities. It's a good thing I didn't have an IUI. This whole days thing (D's working days for the first time in like 7 years) not good... not good for my mood... not good for D's mood... not good for our life in general. Man I hate that he's the lowest man on the freaking totem pole - generally that means night shifts which is fine but not in the city he works in... No one wants days and so D gets to work days until January -then back to nights until March or April then back to days. Talk about a suckfest.

Returning you to your regularly scheduled program... and if you're my neighbors and reading this - go to a freaking shooting range - not in my back yard.