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.
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.