PMS Blues

25 out of 30 days of the month, I am a loving, easy going, calm person. But not today, people. NOT today.

Some people think PMS is just a joke (just search Urban Dictionary and see all the zany synonyms such as 'rag rage', 'defenstration', and the slightly related, yet hilarious, 'Menoclause' - someone experiencing menopause-like symptoms over the holidays)...those people have either never had PMS, or have never been around me when I've got it.

It's like I'm hovering over myself, totally aware of what I'm doing, but powerless to control it. I can literally feel the rage pulsing through my veins!!!! I am completely incapable of putting up with people's crap! I can't even get through one transaction at work without somebody getting on my last nerves! What did you just say?! Oh yeah? Well right back atcha, ^% *$#@! Sorry about that. I lost it for a second...But anyway, I've got it bad today. So in honor of my current predicament and in honor of all of you ladies out there who know how I feel (or husbands, sons, and boyfriends who have experienced it first hand), I give you....Dolly Parton: