Because, sometimes, PMS should ruin everyone’s night.

Tonight, my husband went to the movies by himself to see World War Z, which is totally cool, as it’s more of a rental for me, seeing as how I find zombies incredibly irritating.  They’re just not logical, people.  They are not scary.

I know I have PMS because I desperately want to eat chocolate chip cookie dough and then weep silently because I feel fat.  Also, while I don’t care if my husband goes to see a movie without me, I REALLY DO CARE.  But not really.  But kind of.

Not really.

Text Ennui

I don’t think he’s sorry.


Bo the Kitten

I never should have dewormed him. Now he has energy.

Bo the Kitten's Paws

Those claws will f*%k you up.

May you and yours have a lovely Saturday evening.  And, please, for the love of God, stay far away from me.  Because I’m irritable.  But I love you.

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