The PMS monster.
I hate him. We all know it's a him, right? There's no way that this monster is female. Lately, he's been teaming up with the perimenopause monster to do cruel things to me. I hate him too.
I can look forward to the bloating and mood swings. Everything will irritate me.
Luckily, my husband has to work all weekend. Or as he calls it "vacation from Shasta" weekend. Yep, he knows everything will be his fault for the next 2-3 days.
This morning, I put on a large t-shirt and elastic waist pants and went to the grocery store. To buy food. PMS food. I'm planning my monthly PMS party for the weekend.
I made my grocery list from recipes found on Pinterest. Do a search for PMS and you'll find all kinds of PMS food. Most of it involves chocolate. Here are my favorites:
I came home from the grocery store with this (I forgot the potato chips).
The whole case of Bud Light beer wouldn't fit on the table (don't judge).
I'll be making this:
The new Blue Bell flavor, Rocky Mountain Road, is very good, by the way.