Hot clothes and minimal yardages here I come!
Blergle. That’s why I am headed to the gym now. If these people aren’t lying, muscle mass must make a huge difference.
I have no trouble at all owning up to PMS. It sucks. I have it. I also think men (and women) who are all “what if hillary were prez and she had to decide if she should use the red button while it was her time” are morons.
I think women are actually lucky on this front. My husband and most men I know have as many “moody” days as I do, but they arrive unpredictably and linger for unspecified amounts of time. I have the advantage of knowing what’s coming so I can get extra sleep and eat right and all that stuff. And I know that when I am uber pissed that my husband will not get up and bring me my coffee in bed, I am just being irrational because of highly fluctuating estrogen levels. So I zip it and get my coffee and in 3 minutes I have forgotten it. Men, not being so easily able to determine the source of their irrational behavior, often just give into the grumps. Poor men.
Granted, I did not have to work so I kind let this round go…Last night I went out and had some wine. Which I am not used to because of the diet. Then I came home and fried a Kielbasa. Eh. I got up today, did yardwork and passed out. So no silk, nada trabajo. I am on the couch watching crappy tv. Then going out for Mexican.
Because I can.
Last night, for the first time in weeks, I really for real made dinner. We had corned beef with fingerling potatoes, cabbage and horse radish. It was freaking delicious.
Tonight, what else? Corned beef hash. Homemade with poached eggs, toast and sauce….mmmmmmm.
Tomorrow, something that won’t raise darling husband’s cholesterol.
Spring break is cool.