the perfect storm

I had a doctor's appointment today, and a strange topic came up.  Don't ask why.  Doctor's ask the strangest questions sometimes.  Mine was curious to know if the women in my house cycled at the same time.  And no, he wasn't referring to bicycling.  He was refering to the female cycle, and PMS.  I told him yes, in fact, we did.  And he just laughed...because he too has a house full of women...and he knew how my husband must feel.

Forget about tornadoes...hurricanes...tsunami...they are nothing compared to the perfect storm of a house full of females all PMSing at the same time.

I am in the eye of this same hurricane at this very moment. 

If only I had an umbrella.  Or a plastic bubble.  Someplace safe to hide.  At least until it all blows over...a few days from now.  Just in time for graduation. 

Oh yeah...the days are counting down faster and faster.  On Saturday, my baby will be a high school graduate.  I suppose I should go buy a pair of shoes for the flip flops have a bite mark taken out of the heel (thank you, Indy) and as much as I hate to shop for shoes, I'm just going to have to suck it up and take one for the team. 

Do you hear that honey?  I'm not shopping for myself, it's a sacrifice!

A sacrifice that will have to wait until tomorrow...or is that today?  It's almost two-thirty in the morning!

Time to bed, I guess.

Until the next time...I'll be hitting the mall by storm!

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Posted on May 17, 2011 .