The One Where I Talk About PMS

*ALERT - BOYS - I AM ABOUT TO TALK ABOUT MY PERIOD AND SOME OTHER RANDOM STUFF - BEWARE*

I should've known when I chewed my husband's head off for warning me that the cat was going to scratch me that Aunt Martha's Big Red Bus was on it's way.



But, I didn't.

I did,however, enjoy walking into the restroom at work this morning and in my only semi-caffeinated state, attaching a pad upside down to my hoohah. That's right. Sticky side facing the wrong way. Actually got out of the stall before I realized it. Then had to do a weird little dance/wriggle that was SHORT of actually walking to get back into the stall, to PULL it off of my pubes (yeah Erin and Sarah I don't wax it all off, bite me) and let me tell you................................................................pulling adhesive off your pubes at 8:45 am is really a fine coffee substitute. Because I was WIDE awake without the benefit of another cup of that beverage, while at about 8:40 I had been lamenting having not brought a cup from home......suddenly that need was completely squashed.

I also had hideous nightmares last night, I should've known.

Ugh.

Beer + Advil.

Best.

Cure.

Ever.

In other news, I'm eating my weight in Blueberry Poptarts.

I am pretending it is PMS related. Who knew they tasted good with Beer?

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