Guess what! I’m on the pill! That’s right imaginary friends, I’m using oral contraception. Jeff is thrilled. He’s so happy that that four day weekend of Hell he experienced over six years is all for absolutely nothing, as we now get to throw good money after birth control.

You see after battling with adult acne for over 15 years, including a round of Acutane, nothing has changed. My skin completely freaks out every time I ovulate or menstruate. This is big fun. So after fighting with this, the medical community have decided that I have too much testosterone. Whoa, slow down there captain obvious! I don’t know what would we do with out the fine physicians of the world?

So I am popping the pill now. I have serious mixed emotions about this, but none of this compared to Jeff’s joy over the situation. I have little hope that this will actually work, but I’m frustrated enough to try. Obviously. I even spent half the after noon reading through paper work to try to determine the proper way to take these damn things. To which Jeff suggested, “Just drive by the local middle school at lunch time, somebody can help you out.” I finally decided to screw it and just take the damn things, after all what’s the worse that’ll happen? I’ll get pregnant? Ohhh wait.

Of course, I will be singing a completely different tune if those tiny little yellow pills work. But for now; Let the party begin, cause I’m on the pill.