It’s that time of the month again;
Where all I want to do is eat s’mores pop tarts while I deal with the never ending thing that we call hormones.
Only this month it’s really just peanut butter that I want;
And if I’ve counted correctly I’ve gone through three jars in three days.
my mood swings range from every little thing pissing me off to never failing to realize how
Unbelievably sexy you really are.
I asked you to tone down your amazingness for one week
out of every month but I know that you can’t help it so;
I’m sitting here arguing with myself on all the reasons that I should
not throw you against a wall and rip your pants off.
I’m losing that argument with myself;
And that is how my week is going-
With the never ending frustrations of being a female with an incredibly sexy husband.
I really am lucky though.
