For Me, Irrationality = PMS

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Long story.

So El Hubbo and I have our 13th wedding anniversary coming up on August 31. Last year, we went to Canterbury Park (horse-racing track) in Shakopee, MN to celebrate. We invited our four closest friends, who happen to be two couples from our neighborhood. We drank a ton of beer, made a few small bets and a blast was had by all.

We had so much fun that we decided to go back to the track this year. We’re celebrating a week early, because our best friends’ (one of the two couples) 5th wedding anniversary is August 30 and they’ll be out of town on the official weekend. I’ll call our best friends the Smiths.

So! Yesterday I realized that we had scheduled our track trip for the same day as some plans we had with another couple… So I figured, what the heck? Invite the fourth couple, too. And if I’m inviting them, why not just invite everyone we know? Make it a huge party at the track with all of our friends! Okay, all of our friends who can make it. Most Minnesotans have their summers booked WAY in advance… Only so many nice weekends up here. So I log into http://www.evite.com, create an invitation and proceed to invite everyone we know.

When I got home last night, I saw Mrs. Smith outside. I asked her if she had seen her “evite” - she said yes, but that she didn’t think she and Mr. Smith would be going. I was surprised and asked her why. She said that too many people were going. A few seconds later she admitted that it was more Mr. Smith’s problem than hers.

Today I keep mulling this response over and over in my head. The track is a huge f*cking venue. Plenty of room for all of the extra people, if everyone I invited actually shows up, which I already know they won’t. It’s not like it’s going to be crowded! Plus, the Smiths KNOW that we specifically chose the day we did so that they could come. AND it’s a celebration of our anniversary to which they have been invited… suck it up! On the other hand, I know how Mr. Smith is about “lots of people” - I should have known that he’d balk.

So, on to the thread topic: A few minutes ago I realized that I was getting more angry about this issue than I usually would and that I was actually on the edge of tears. Suddenly I remembered: I’m getting my period next week. That’s right, I’m PMSing again. I’m upset about something that isn’t that big of a deal and obsessing about it, working around in my head for a way to get them to show up… Normally I’d just let go.

Psycho PMS Beeyotch All Up In the Hizzouse! Watch out now!

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Yep I’m sitting here doing this incredibly menial task which normally would not bother me but I’m getting more and more steamed hearing all my work mates talking and laughing and generally doing not shit as usual and I’m here doing this task a monkey could handle, thinking, I went to college for this?!

And if I have to stop my monkey task to answer one more call routed to me which is really supposed to be handled by someone else (as usual) I’m going to Freak Out.

Second Psycho PMS Bitch Also In the House

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AlaItalia, we are sisters.

Go in peace.

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My husband has informed me that I have the condition titled Permanent Menstrual Syndrome which causes his condition of Pack My Suitcase.

I usually treat it with chocolate, hot baths and a good book.

Oh, and beer.

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Ah yes,

And because I live alone and therefore don’t have another human reflecting my alien ways back to me, I usually don’t have a clue about why I have been so bitchy and irrational until gasp it’s too late!!

(Suppose I could try to train the cat to sit up and say, hey, bitch?)

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Sinshine, isn’t that just great when the lightbulb goes on and you think to yourself, Ah jeez, I really suck. Then it’s time for the apology parade. I had to say “I’m sorry” to five people yesterday because I was so frikkin’ crabby.

::sigh::