Aw, Hell No. I Ain't Going Down Like That.

Who was the crazy person who overtook my blog and posted about feeling overwhelmed, all woeful and generally desperate-like?

It certainly wasn't me.

That's a lie. Yes it was, but it's amazing what a little perspective and some meatloaf can do for a gal's sanity (actually turkey, lentil and rice loaf, but get off my back).

I had a bit of a break down for a minute, kids, and I'm actually going to cop to The Excuse That Strong, Independent Women Don't Like to Admit To: I am PMSing. There, I said it. I have hormones, and I am at the prime child-bearing age. Get off my back.

It can make some of us crazy. Not all of us, though, and, for the record, I don't get bitchy. I get dramatically depressed and anxious and do things like eat cookies for breakfast, call up old boyfriends and eat more cookies. Then poof, I am fine. You boys don't know how good you have it. Where my girls at?

Thankfully, I had a host of nice moments today that turned this ship around.

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Also, when I was at the gym tonight a very handsome man, who introduced himself as Rico, asked for my number. Now, Rico was smoking hot, but also 5'1". At 5'6" and three-quarters, I have to admit I was uncomfortable with his proximity to my nipples. That's my issue to work through and I commend his boldness, but I pulled a fake boyfriend out of my hat and just enjoyed the sentiment.

I stopped at the grocery store after my workout and saw a sign for crackers that gave me pause. Stoned Wheat Thins. It conjured up all sorts of images of crackers sitting in the basement, firing up and saying, "Dude, I'm starving. Do you any of, well, us to eat?"

I am easily amused.

The point is--and I'm sure you've been waiting on the edge of your seat with your knickers in a twist--I am feeling better, my pretties. I just had to step in a big pile of crazy before I reached the path of tranquility.

That's what that smell is, in case you were wondering.


In the Comments section, tell me if you've ever dated someone 1) slightly famous 2) who suffered from severe PMS 3) and/or had a considerable height difference. The winner of the best story gets a box of Stoned Wheat Thins. Dude.