Yesterday, unbeknownst to me, I actually was sick at 6:00 AM. My dear sweet husband knew it. Or he just knew that somebody needed to go to the doctor, and it was either me, to have my head examined, or him, to a psych ward. You see, yesterday there was a hormonal storm a-brewing, one that hadn't come around since a few weeks before I got pregnant, if you know what I'm saying. And I was one sick puppy. Mostly sick in the head, but a wee bit sick at the general inability to comprehend and cope with something that had mercifully stayed away for so blissfully long.
Yuck. This SUCKS.
In an effort to restore peace in the house, there will be a rather expensive trip to the liquor store, for both myself and my husband. We are self medicaters, and there will be some heavy medication doled out to both parties for the duration of the festival of womanhood.
PS: I think WTFireday is an exceptional idea for the upcoming week! Start making notes of all of the reasons why you should be fired and perhaps share them on Friday? I can come up with about 237 right off the top of my head, just to get us started.
5 tips left at the bar:
Sounds like the perfect medication to me!!!
So, let me get this straight: you called in sick to the bar because of a visit from Aunt Flo?
Ahahahahahahaha!
But seriously, she is a total B. ESPECIALLY after such a long absence. I know I felt pretty homicidal, myself.
I DIDN'T KNOW it was AF knockin'! But boy was she pissed.
Somehow the universe could feel the cosmic shift and I just knew the bed was the best place for me, for my own safety and those around me!
I feel bad for you. And happy it is not me!
Megan! Do you think I should send a priest or a physchiatrist by? Do you need an exorcism or just some happy pills? Is there green sludge coming out of your mouth?
I feel for ya, sister. And Jason can relate to David. Pregnancy hormones have turned me EVIL.
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