The Sleeping Beast

I would never share what I am going to share with you because its not the type of sharing I do, so with that blanket PO in place, here we go:

My monthly friend who I call Ricky Martin is due in any day. His plane is circling the airport as I type this. His monthly arrivals cause huge waves (no pun) of uncomfortableness and bitchmentia. One of the largest symptoms besides incredibly sore boobs, so sore you can't even look at them, back pain, cramps, bloating, face break outs, paranoia, and overall body swelling is an increased appetite.

Today's Appetite Increase included:

1 bag BBQ Fritos
Hershey bar w/almonds
2 cokes
A large chef salad which someone asked if they could have some of & I didn't mean to but I growled like a rabid dog
A cup of ice
A mini Southern Belle Chicken Salad Sandwich
4 brownies
Not enough water

Newsflash ~~ the day isn't over. I still have dinner to face. Which if I am lucky will include the bottle of Midol I could not find at lunch and an entire bottle of wine.

I'll be so glad when his ass leaves town.