Well, this is a short one but, it happens, oh, I don't know - ALL THE TIME. I'll say to my husband, "Hon, you know what?" and he'll say "What?" and in my teeny,weeny, ever-shrinking brain I am screaming "WTF was I gonna say????" So I'll make up anything, ANYTHING, to cover my tracks. But he's on to me now - he KNOWS I had NO IDEA what I was gonna say. So he'll start helping me, trying to talk me through it, like "we were talking about having vegetables with dinner and you started to say..." NOTHNI"! I GOT NOTHIN"!!!! His usual response is ' You're scarin'me, honey, you're REALLY scarin' me now." But I know I am in VERY good company, because now I know I'm stillababe! Right? I am, right? :)
Ok Just to be sure you get where I'm going with this - let me start this off. As if it wasn't bad enough that I somehow forgot to shave a whole leg in the shower- talk about drifting and forgetting an entire giant appendage, Iet me tell you about my ride to the gym. My workout buddy Vi picks me up in her jeep about 7:30am. We're both still groggy and sleepy ugly. I dig in my purse to find 2 singles to hand her for the 70mph 5 minute ride through the toll, and then grab what I think is my breath spray. As we're approaching the toll I spray 2 giant pumps of Chanel perfume in my mouth and start gagging and spitting and freaking out. I alternated having my head out the window like a foaming labrador retriever, and spitting into her half empty coffee cup which she was screaming was grossing her out. I had never heard of anyone dying from toxic perfume poisoning but was confident this would be the first time. Vi's uncontrollable hysterical laughter made it hard for her to steer. We made it to the body conditioning class where I thought, good, I'm still alive. As my heart rate went up, so did the lovely smell in the room. How convenient.
ITS OFFICIAL !!!!!!!!
I can officially blame my attitude, mood swings and forgetfulness not only on PMS but I can now say.. I am peri- menopausal.. Cause my doctor told me i am!!!! ok so she said sounds like you are... thats close enough for me..
However, I never know when the curse is gonna pop in, or when to start taking ibuprofen... since I try to start a few days before... talk about mad munchies... #$!@$#@%$ ... I try to avoid shopping, because it wanna munch all the time. and it seems I am always in a MOOD!
Well take me as I am!