Just what the doctor ordered ...

Next mood swing in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ... And we're back ... Freaking P.M.S. Yes ... I said it. I have P.M.S. I have cramps, my back hurts, I am bitchy, bloated, so freaking tired, I have a headache, I am bitchy, my muscles ache, my freaking jeans won't fit "just right" for the next 5 days, if you look at me the wrong way I might just snap, I'm emotional and yes ... I am bitchy. So ... my husband came home bearing gifts! No ... it was not Midol. And no ... he did not come home with divorce papers. He came home with Reese's Pieces ... And all is well in the Moore house again. Well ... until next month rolls around.