Anyway, as miserable as I am having to deal with this monthly Backache of Doom (my body's version of woman cramps, which I thankfully do not get*) twice in the last 4 weeks (UGH), I am thankful that it at least finally arrived because, holy heavens, extended-release PMS-ing when you're not even supposed to deal with any of that for like 3 weeks is not fun for any of the parties involved. I mean, seriously, once I annihilated our supply of Doritos and Little Debbie smores cookies, it was every Schmoobs for himself.
ps. We saw three movies at the theatre this weekend: Taken, Slumdog Millionaire and Gran Torino. All good movies - although one should just watch Taken as a matinee since it's not really worth the full ticket price (What is it now? Ten bazillion dollars per ticket?), or just wait until it comes out on DVD. Also: movie watching = good girlfriend-has-been-PMSing-for-the-last-century activity since it involves no talking and lots of sugary, salty junk food-eating.
pps. Guh. Do I really have to go teach more lessons now? This heating pad feels so good. Blargh.
* Can I talk about my bodily functions any more on this blog? Sheesh.
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