PMS is a *itch

Disclaimer: Today's blog is only meant to serve as an open forum for the angry woman that lives in my uterus and only comes out to play once a month

Dear World,

Its me Danie B. I am going crazy today. I am at work and all I can think about is chocolate. In addition, I think I am going to retire the entire team for the fall. MY thoughts are riding along the lines of social suicide. I never want to talk to another man again, ever! They should stay on the other end of the earth and the women that are left on this side can engineer a robot that can produce more children. That way we can manipulate nature to genetically engineer perfect men with manners who always open the door, walk on the right side of the road, always pick up when we call and never EVER finish the "race" before a woman does...

Wouldn't that be fun??? Then we never have to worry about anything but taking over the world, work, bills and new recipes...oh and the munchkin ppl that everyone keeps trying to convince me are children.


LOLOL...that felt good.

Tune in next week when I am in love with all the tall and handsome humping-rabbits that continually inhabit the earth and occasionally settle down.

I'm outie 500,

Danie B.