Super Bitch!

What's that...in the sky? Is it a bird? no. A plane? no. It's SUPER BITCH!! Able to stir shit with the significant other (SO) using one word. Gets her strength from Ibuprophen and Hershey's chocolate. LOL. I was on the mood swing low yesterday. My fiancee, who I'll call Sonny, got the blunt end of it. He's a great guy, soft hands, gentle kisses, back rubs when I'm low. I love the guy, dearly. But last night I was so wound up with my PMS that I stormed out of the house. I feel terrible about it now (I even bought him a small bouquet of carnations to apologize) but at the time I was seeing red!

We went out to get dinner at a take out place. The cashier was rude as hell! I kept trying to tell her what I wanted after Sonny ordered, but she kept her eyes low to the ground and ignored me. And Sonny didn't say a word. He paid for his dinner and followed me out on to the street. We went there to get dinner together but it was more important for Sonny to eat, than for us to have a satisfactory dining experience. I can't stop laughing at myself now, but yesterday...woo boy, I could've punched Sonny's lights out. PMS is a horrible, horrible thing...