Tuesday, August 21, 2012
the painters are in
Yep. They're back for their monthly stay. Ever feel like your insides are going to explode? Well it's like that. Times ten. Every month. While my innards are at war with each other, I've come to contemplate the actions of the female gender. Why on earth do we blame eating a pint of ice cream or drinking our weight in caffeinated heaven on these uninvited guests? Because in reality I don't need an excuse to do either of those. Or to take the world's longest bubble bath or sleep until noon or....the list goes on. So no more playing scapegoat with the painters. I will eat that ice cream just because it's Tuesday! (Although I will admit that the treats and indulgences do make war that month a little more bearable).