My mood tends to plummit when a slight headache finds it´s way to me before the clock even strikes 06.00. What´s the point exactly? Pair this wonderous feeling with 5 large scoops of PMS and VOILÁ!!!
In walks me…a rather boldly shaped, middle aged woman with bad hair, unwaxed legs and a few youthful spots (thanks to said PMS) WITH a headache even before coffee. Oh the joy and happiness.
My husband is one lucky camper. And not lucky in the sense you intially thought of.
Oh no…he now realizes who, or what, he married 10 years ago. He also realizes that the amout of energy and effort it would take to escape…sorry divorece, me would by far be outmatched by the sheere pain and misery his wife would rain down on him. It´s a win-win-kinda situation. Ish.
Number of breakfasts eaten today: ½
Number of cups of coffee: 2-15 ish
Number of paracetamols: 4
Number of steps taken today so far: 1034
