Here are Your Freshly Laundered Socks...

Have you ever heard the saying "All women are either a little crazy all the time or completely crazy some of the time"? There are certain days that make me realize in full force that I am sometimes completely crazy. Today just so happens to be one of those days. Right before my husband left for work this morning, he mentioned that he had to go change his socks. He was wearing black socks and needed khaki socks. I told him to grab a pair of the new khaki socks I just bought him. He said he couldn't wear them until they were washed and chose another pair. He wasn't rude in any way. He didn't attempt to point out any shortcomings on my part regarding the laundry. However, I felt royally ticked off. I was ready to hold him down and forcibly put the new socks on his feet. After he left, I pictured myself washing the socks for him and when he got home smacking him with them and saying, "Here are your freshly laundered socks you (insert expletive here)". It was then that I should have realized that I'm a bit moody today and that PMS is ruling my brain. However, I didn't.

The next person to earn my unreasonable, water-detention driven, scorn was John McCain's wife. The poor, unsuspecting woman just happened to be appearing on my morning news. The audacity! I decided immediately that I really, really don't like her. I believe I used the word "bimbo" at some point.

Okay, now I am completely cognisant of my current state. I'm a nut today. The elevator isn't going all the way up. I'm probably psycho ward worthy. At least until this PMS is over. In a day or two...I bet my family can't wait...and Cindy McCain...I guess I'll owe her a big apology...I guess, but don't you think she looks kind of like a bleached blond bimbo who's young enough to be McCain's granddaughter? I'm just saying...