Thursday, April 22, 2010

Uh oh....

It's that time again...  PMS is rearing it's ugly little head.  I'm bloated, craving sweets, irritable (more so than usual) and have the twinges of cramping coming on.  Oh yay me..  once a month I loathe being a woman.  And WHY is it WE are cursed with this monthly occurrence and men are cursed with... what??  NOTHING!!  Mr. Wonderful's smart ass reply when asked this question would be, 'We have to put up with you.'.  I didn't say he was the brightest bulb in the bunch.
I have.  Dozens of times by now.  Yet I laugh just as hard now as I did the very first time I read it.  THIS is precisely what every woman (if she's being honest and hasn't experienced menopause) endures each month when Aunt Flo, Patty or whatever euphemism you choose comes knockin' at your door. 
My personal favorite in this little diatribe.. 
  "What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness—actual smiling, laughing happiness—is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlúa and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreens armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory."
Yep.  That's me in the throes of PMS.  And it's comin'...  Fasten your seatbelts it's going to be a bumpy ride.  

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