December 3, 2008

What The PMS Wants, The PMS Gets.

This is going to be way too much information for some of you, especially if you were born sans vagina, but bear with me. So I was supposed to have my period the week of our honeymoon. Obviously, that wasn't go to work, so I called up Mother Nature (aka, my Ob-Gyn) & got a new pack of birth control pills. This gave me 4 more weeks of non-bleeding bliss. Well, this week my friends, my number is up. I don't know if any of you have seen that SNL commercial for Annuale, but that's kind of what I've been like for a good 5 days now.

So this morning I got up & went to Sculpt with MK. I was running late, so I decided to skip breakfast & grab a Starbucks Peppermint Mocha Twist instead. There's not a free-standing Starbucks by our house, so I have to go into Target to get my fix. Whatever. On my way into Target I noticed the building I assumed was going to be the 100th Panera in West Nashville is actually going to be a Blue Coast Burrito. I almost drove off the road trying to read the grand opening date on the banner. Do you know how fat I'm going to get having a Blue Coast Burrito that close to my house? Just wait, bitches!

Once safely inside Target-Starbucks, I impulsively decide to buy their $15.99 Winter Wonderland Christmas CD. Why did I do this? I have no idea. I guess the PMS wanted a new CD. The kid behind the counter even said, "You're the first person to buy that CD." I felt so ashamed, but I had already paid for it, so I just put it in my purse, grabbed my mocha & schlepped out to the car. What the PMS wants, the PMS gets.....

3 comments:

carolyn said...

you make me laugh...

Mom said...

Run John Run! But at least as you head out the door with the ax gleaming at your backside, you will be wished a "Very Merry Christmas!"

chester copperpot said...

i had that week last week! it's really not fair the way that our bodies betray us and make us crazy and turn our brains and emotions against our better selves.

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