Well, That Explains It.. TMI

I wondered what had turned my peaceful self into a raging witch, after all there was no good reason to snap at my husband over a project that had been sitting undone for YEARS. Also eating the whole bag of "fun size" snickers was a must. Every one does that in 36 hours, it's not like they are regular sized. You have to eat more them to get your fill. Then came the zits, no big deal, they will go away soon, probably from all the snickers. But the final clue came after my dear husband, who clearly hasn't learned to leave me alone in the morning, tried to let me know we had someone coming to the house in an hour and I should get up. Instead of greeting his gentle kiss on my shoulder and the warm hand on my arm with a loving remark, I growled at him. Yes, like a mean dog awoken from sleep, growling at it's beloved family member as a warning to back away. The answer to why all of this occurred was looming and was reviled in the bathroom along with the onset of cramps. Oh the joys of womanhood!