"I don't really have PMS do I?" I ask as we're driving home.
"Hmmmmm?" David queries.
"I'm more an MS kinda gal. That's when I lose it..." I toss him a look.
David's eyes narrow, almost imperceptibly, but I can still see it. How can he answer this? What WON'T drive me to have a volcanic emotional eruption? "Well..."
"It's not a trick question!!!" I bark. I take a couple of deep, cleansing breaths. "Sorry. Sorry."
"Frankly, when you're having PMS it's a good thing for me," he says.
"Yep. I always know that you're period is coming by how horny you get the week before. PMS is a perk week for me."
"Yep. You're insatiable." Then he tosses me a look. "The first couple of days of your period... you are..." He's thinking so hard about choosing the right words to use here... "You're... angrily fragile."
I roll that phrase around in my mind. Angrily Fragile. I guess that aptly describes my disproportionate response to emotional stimuli. And it's a lot better than calling me a psychotic she wolf - which is how I generally refer to myself during that time.
"Perk Week, huh?"
I waggle my eyebrows. "Well, hold onto you hat, because in another 10-18 days, you'll be getting another one."