Remember that brassy bitch who swore to rip the insurance company a new butthole on Monday?
Well, she doesn't live here anymore. I am no longer in the PMS stage of life. Sorry if that's TMI for some of you.
I really don't give a shit if it bothers you. I'm just happy to know that I won't have ANY days of my vacation ruined by the certain special planning one must do for the female trouble. I had to call and cancel my annual exam with my OB yesterday. I'll have to see the nurse practitioner after we return, but I am going to be begging for a hysterectomy. I mean, really, how much injustice must I live through?
Now, the snivelly weepy bitch takes her place. I've cried at several commercials, already. And, I want to scrub the house until my fingerprints are no longer identifiable.
That's my MO.
I plan on being home all day today, so perhaps I can get some deep cleaning in - in between laundry and semi-packing...