Perhaps when women are…
in charge, we might allow (or even require) women with PMS to just stay the fuck home rather than subjecting ourselves and other people to hormone induced pissiness. Yes, I’m talking about me. I have PMS. I also have 1) a lingering flu-like illness that leaves me dead tired and makes me want to lay in bed constantly 2) really sore gigantic water filled boobs 3) a sick cat who had a very unfun vet appointment (along with me) this morning and will have to be back at the vet tomorrow for anasthesia and an oral exam to see if the reason he’s grumpy and not eating is because of oral cancer, an absess, or maybe an infected scratch from the other cat 4) really irritating coworkers who piss the fuck out of me, 5) and a controlling personality that makes other aspects of my job really fucking annoying.
So those are the bad things. The good things are 1) a bottle of Ravenswood Zinfandel 2) Vermont cheddar cheese 3) pasta and ragu (don’t call ME a snob) and 4) italian bread with oodles of olive oil. Oh, and most importantly of all, a husband who came home, went out for a run before the sun came down, looked at me pouring wine and cutting cheese and didn’t say a word about my fat, lazy ass and the fact that I”m not even thinking about going out for a run with him. God bless him.
That’s all for now. The wine might bring on more insights shortly. I’ll keep you posted.
