That Time of the Month
I was cranky when I woke up this morning. Hubby was not too happy about it. But he was very sympathetic. He knows what’s going on when out of the blue I turned into a monster. He knows what time of the month I will turn into a werewolf. He knows what time of the month is the best time to leave me alone.
This is the time of the month when I don’t feel like leaving the comfort of my bedroom. This is the time of the month when I don’t want to do anything but sit around and eat. This is the time of the month when I don’t like what I see in the mirror.
Ah women! That was all he said, whenever I was not in the best of my mood.
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Sweet Nothings, Usual Rants, Women and Beauty |
