A warning

I'll take a page from The Wild and Wily Brunette's book (blog) and write:

A Letter To My Future Husband

Dear Someone,

I just want to warn you, that this is how I'll probably be. So prepare yourself. Rosalind, in As You Like It, said it best:

Maids are May when they are maids,

but the sky changes when they are wives:

I will be more jealous of thee, than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen,

more clamorous then a Parrot against the rain,

more new-fangled then an ape,

more giddy in my desires than a monkey:

I will weep for nothing, and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry:

I will laugh like a Hyena, and that when thou art inclined to sleep.

I'll try not to be like this, but chances are pretty good that I will be.

If it helps, I'm sorry!

You've been warned.

With absolute love and hope,

Me

One of those days (TMI?)

This might be TMI, but this is my blog, so deal.

All right, females of the world...or the two or three who read this blog...

Does your PMS ever catch you by surprise?

I swear, I'll have a day (like today) when I want to hit everyone in the face, to be alone, and to be held, to run around, and to stay in my bed, to cry my eyes out and to eat a whole jar of tostitos nacho cheese with a bag of chips. (Specificity for a reason? I may have done this yesterday...maybe, maybe not. You don't know)

I. Feel. Awful.

And, for the life of me, I cannot figure out why. I usually end up explaining how I feel to someone (usually the Boy) and they say "Heidi, you're PMSing." To which I reply, "Oh."

EVERY MONTH.

You'd think after 10 years of this, I'd be used to it by now, or at least be able to recognize why I feel so irrationally terrible all of a sudden.

Am I crazy? Does this happen to anyone else?