I apologized to Brock this morning for being so “period emo.” (If you don’t know what emo is, do a google image search…)
He laughed, and said that I should wear more eye-liner so the world will have a warning.
How hilarious – when Brock and I first started dating, she went out of her way to get me to warn him of my excessively bad PMS symptoms. She felt it was only fair for him to know what he was getting in to. I don’t ever feel like I’m being all that bad until afterwards, then I want to apologize.
Last month, Brock and I were watching American Idol when I was being period emo. That is just a nice way of saying that I was being b-wordy. (I don’t call myself a b!tch. Only b-word.) I kept yelling mean things at the TV, and Brock was busting a gut. Apparently, I’m only funny when I’m being a huge b-word. At least he was entertained.
At least I’m not like this all the time!
I didn’t want to come in to work today, but my schedule isn’t horrible. I’m tired of having a broken finger, but I can deal with it. Brock and I worry and talk about money all the freaking time now, and it really sucks.
I’m thankful that I have a job, and Brock does too.
I’m thankful that so many people love me and care about me.
I’m glad I have a car to drive, and I can afford the gas to put in it.
I’m glad that, even when I’m a b-word, my loved ones overlook it because I matter to them.
I’m thankful for the hugs and kisses I get when I need them.
Easy to be happy when you remind yourself just a little bit.