There Is No High Like a PMS High
10 May
Dearest Boog,
We now know why I was such a psycho hose beast for the past week. You were a casualty of the PMS war raging in my body. I know the way I was acting was “somewhere between Christmas and being buried alive,” but like Howard Jones eloquently versed it “things can only get better.”
Until the next episode …
I love you to the sky,
Your adoring wife also known as CV
P. S. We can even go see Iron Man tomorrow if you would like me to make it up to you.
See now I WANT to see Iron Man! Kidlet saw it before it came out and didn’t want to see it yesterday and since she is the one who just had emergency surgery and all I let her pick. We saw What Happens In Vegas. Cute. Lightweight. No where near as funny as Forgetting Sarah Marshall.
Yeah, PMS sucks, but I had fun raiding the pantry for chocolate chip baking morsels with you.