Good move. Very, very good move. 
Uh, Persephone …
Assuming for just a minute that we let PMS be an excuse for anti-feminine, anti-Christian, anit-American, and even anti-human behavior, how do we explains iampunha’s counting skills? i.e.
Blonde. Definitely blonde.
You scare me way too bad, Perse, Sin Twister, cause my Aunt Flo just skidded in the driveway today too. We even on the same body schedule!
I’d laugh with glee except I’m far too cranky. And the carpenter is banging and sawing on the deck project way too damn much and loud. Did ya ever realize how annoying the high pitch whine of a saw is??? Grrrrrr. Bwwwaaaaaaaa…
I have a big bar of nice San Franciscan dark chocolate. Ya want some?
:::mmmph:::
Hi elelle! Boy, that’s some gooooood chocolate. Hey, I’ve got some Mackinaw City fudge–chocolate mint, chocolate cherry, peanut butter, and plain chocolate. Help yourself! Cool how we can cycle together, yet be a thousand miles apart, eh?
SouthernStyle: iampunha is simply adhering to the “no-two-thing-list” rule. Perfectly acceptable. On the SDMB, lists must be at least three things long, even if the third thing is simply “Hi, Opal!” I would say that iampunha is not blonde. In fact, he’s a quick study.
Thanks fer the fudge, Perse. It’s most much appreciated. Sorry that the thread is sinking a bit.
So, perhaps it can be “Ask the PMS Chicks”. Ya know, whatever questions, answered pronto, with no lollygagging. Just a pure answer.
C’mon folks, ask the PMS chicks a question. If you dare.
Only in the last few years has a similar symptom cropped up. Instead of being forgetful, I get clumsy. I whack into things, stub my toes, shut doors on my hands. And since there’s the reduced resistance to violent weeping… well. It hurts more than usual, dammit!
I know it’s acomin’ though, b/c this afternoon I had to take an Imitrex and go lie down in a dark room with an ice pack on my neck. Yes, I get migraines from my OWN DAMN HORMONES! Waaaah!
::: Putting on armor suit and Kevlar helmet:::
Thank you, Thank you, ladies and germs!!
Hey, why do the call it PMS?
Because the term “Mad Cow Disease” was already taken!
(drums) (Persephone taking safety off assault rifle)
Hey, what’s the difference between a woman on PMS and a fanatical terrorist?
You can negotiate with the terrorist!!
(drums) (Persephone emptying magazine at stage)
Thank you! Thank you! I’ll be here tomorrow night!!
(low-crawling off stage)
Geeze, I do that, too. I can guess where I am in my wildly irregular cycle by the fact that I forget where my edges are. That and my tendency to develop deep, violent hatred for people for the most trivial of reasons (or no reason).I have come close to weeping with rage because someone sits next to me on the bus when there are other empty seats. Damn hormones.
Catrandom
ROFL! Perseph, that was grade-A awesome. DAMN funny stuff, that. I’m still chuckling!
My latest PMS incarnation is anxiety, and in most extreme cases, even a touch of paranoia. When I was on a different birth control pill (that screwed everything all up, hormonally), there were a couple of months where 1) I was convinced I was pregnant–when I was still a virgin (I was/am on the pill to regulate the cycle, etc.), 2) was convinced one night someone WOULD break into my apartment and brutally kill me–every little noise, the refrigerator, a/c, etc–had me absolutely freaking out, and 3) I was convinced my father and/or boyfriend was going to die. Yeah, we’re all REAL happy I got that problem fixed (every now and then, my PMS will include a little anxiety, but still well, well within the levels of sanity).
Typical PMS for me means clumsiness, bloating, weepy-ness, and zits. I’m 27! When do I outgrow the zits??
Well, let me not violate the “three list” rule and offer my fellow posters a chance to vote on what PMS really stands for:
- Pre-menstrual syndrome;
- Post-menstrual syndrome;
- Perpetual-menstrual syndrome;
Personally, I’m voting for #3. 
God got my GF’s periods backwards. Every 3 weeks or so, she starts acting really nice, and it lasts for a couple of days.
Check the medicine cabinet. Is she on testosterone a couple days a month?
OW! :: didn’t duck fast enough ::
I guess I’d better come clean.
I stole that from some comedian I saw on HBO a long time ago. Maybe Charlie Barnett or Rick Overton.
SouthernStyle: Yeah? And?
Ruffian: Glad you liked it! That’s what it’s like sometimes, really. I’ve had the anxiety problems sometimes too. They do suck. As for the zits, well, if you’re still getting them at age 27, they aren’t going to go away any time soon. But if it makes you feel any better, I’m 33 and in the middle of a major breakout. I do indeed feel your pain!
Alpine & Catrandom: That crash you just heard was me hitting the floor, after I tripped over some air molecules that had the audacity to dart into my path. Yeah, I trip over nothing. My worst thing, though, is door frames. I am chronically walking in to door frames, because I bloat so badly that my center of gravity shifts, and my ass is just too damn big to get through. Sigh.
Bluepony: Keep the Kevlar on for about, oh, two or three more days, 'mkay? Why? Uhhhh…you look good in it! Yeah! That’s it! Hehehehehe…
elelle: “Ask the PMS Chicks,” eh? Good idea! I kinda prefer the term “hormone hostage,” myself. Saw it in a book. I can’t remember the title of the book right off the top of my head (it’ll come to me in a couple of days), but it was a hysterically funny book about PMS, and it had a picture of an ax-wielding Joan Crawford on the front. I set up an altar to her once a month…