My monthly bill has arrived and I want to sit in the Red Tent. I was reading this book, The Red Tent, and in biblical times when a woman was on the rag she got to sit in the red tent and no one bitched and moaned at her and she didn't have to wait on people hand and foot and instead she got to rest and eat. So far I have done my version of sitting in the red tent: We went out for dinner last night instead of me having to make it and this morning I didn't make any breakfasts or lunches. And then B calls me up and he's like, there are no breakfasts or lunches. And I was like, yes, this is true. Sorry bub. You want it, make it.
Anyway I feel particularly bloaty and bitchy today.
Yesterday was interesting: I was doing a lot of driving for work and i heard three fantastic songs on the radio: Sister Christian, Papa Was a Rolling Stone and Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin' (JOURNEY!!!). It was just an unusually good song day in the car. And Sister Christian got me thinking: What the hell is that song about? So I have copied the lyrics below:

Sister Christian, Oh the time has come
And you know that you're the only one
To say O.K.
Where you going What you looking for
You know those boysDon't want to play no more with you
It's true
You're motoring
What's your price for flight
In finding mister right
You'll be alright tonight
Babe you know You're growing up so fast
And mama's worrying That you won't last
To say let's play
Sister Christian There's so much in life
Don't you give it up
Before your time is due
It's true It's true
Motoring
What's your price for flight
You've got him in your sight
And driving thru the night
Motoring
What's your price for flight
In finding mister right
You'll be alright tonight
Motoring
What's your price for flight
In finding mister right
You'll be alright tonight
(repeat)
Sister Christian Oh the time has come
And you know that you're the only one
To say O.K.
But you're motoring
You're motoring

So basically I think it's a song about her keeping her coochie closed. But what does motoring mean? Am I too dense for classic rock? Probably.

So I received my Halloween costume in the mail and despite initial belief that it would not be too skimpy, I am now thinking that my ass cheeks might hang out of it. I am going to need to do something about that. Patty, my temp admin, insists I can wear lacy boyshorts underneath and who cares if someone gets a flash of skin since it'll be dark anyway. I just have visions of people getting flashes of WAY TOO MUCH as I live it up in the bouncy house, which K&R Enterprises may or may not have at their party.
I'm going to peruse the Frederick's of Hollywood site now for ideas...