I was a raging bitch all week. And now, on Friday nite, I am giving myself the medicine I need.
I started peeling off my coat, scarf, gloves, blazer, t-shirt, boots, tight (a little PMS-too-tight, to be honest!) jeans, and lacy underthings as soon as I walked in the door. The trail of clothes led straight to the tub. After pulling back my hair, I started for the water and realized something was missing. I nakedly sneaked down the hall into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of magical fermented elixir.
Finally, in the extremely hot tub with my chilled vino, I turned up my iPod and settled into my soak. After replenishing the hot twice, I was sufficiently puckered and decided to get out.
I traded in the tub for sweats and a tank top (AH!) and got ready for a nite of pre-menstrual comforting indulgence. In addition to the requisite bath, wine and sweats, here are the other ingredients I find crucial for a (hopefully) successful PMS bitch exorcism:
-Reese's peanut butter cups
-Ibuprofen
-E! (y'know...the news!)
-Spider Solitaire (I'm an addict!)
-A heating pad
-No kids
-Pasta (or sometimes, sushi)
-Scented candles (you know what you can do with your smart comments!)
-A new episode of "Supernatural"
-Diet Coke
-Feather pillows and soft blankies
-Miraculous (inexplicable) quiet from the neighbors
So, here's hoping I greet the 'morrow with slightly less edge and a smile!
1 comment:
I read this while sitting in an uncomfortable chair listening to my professor drone on about what type of organizational structures lead to greater worker productivity. I am more jealous than I can say.
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