I usually cry. Or grow very sullen. I am certainly sullen. And then my legs feel heavy and I am busting out of my bra. At one point I nap and wake so groggy I am convinced I am hung over. But no, alas, I am just hormonal. I miss being 12. I hate my obnoxious malfunctioning ovaries.
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6 responses so far ↓
strateia8 // June 9, 2008 at 5:52 am |
You knew, of course, that such a title was *begging* to be read by any guy within blogging distance.
That said, I can’t say I envy you. Hope it passes quickly at least.
cigarsmokingman // June 9, 2008 at 11:22 am |
When my Wife and Daughter get hormonal, I retire to the lanai with a cigar and a pitcher of Martini’s. Perhaps, that would help you too.
Joe // June 9, 2008 at 12:18 pm |
I, for one, am glad I meant it. Especially the busting out of your bra part.
Joe // June 9, 2008 at 12:19 pm |
Meant=read.
Where did that come from?
Subway Philosophy // June 9, 2008 at 11:08 pm |
You were distracted by me, busting out of my bra.
Joe // June 10, 2008 at 11:49 am |
Ah yes . . . that MUST have been it . . .