Hysterical PMS Symptoms
They Say: Never Trust Anything that Bleeds for Five Days and Doesn’t Die.
And without further ado here is a dramatic visual interpretation of my day. I hope you enjoy it, or don’t, your choice. I know I didn’t. Well, didn’t enjoy today that is. I did enjoy creating my hysterical story though. Anyway, this title is too long so move along…
Husband: “Good morning.”
Me: “If you say so.”
Husband: “I do.”
Me: “Well, you are not always right about things, sooo…”
Husband: “What’s wrong with you?”
Me: “Nothing is wrong, go away. HEY KIDS! ARE YOU DRESSED FOR SCHOOL YET? WE LEAVE IN FIVE MINUTES!”
Husband: “Ahhh haaa, I recognize that wild look and growling attitude. This week is going to be so fun.”
Me: *illustration below*
Husband: “What do you want for dinner and don’t say chocolate because you already ate it all.”
Me: “I want a bowl of salt; sprinkled with mashed potatoes.”
Husband: “Can you please be serious? What do you really want?”
*This is the part where I turn into a mama-hulk a.k.a “MULK” and now the rest of the story will be narrated by Andre the Giant’s voice.
Me: “A dozen white rolls, a can of bean dip, double shot of Spark, and a corn dog dipped in frosting and rolled in strawberry pop rocks.”
Husband: “I’m not going to let you eat that, gross.”
Me: “RAHHHHGGGAAAAHHHHH!! MULK SMASH!!! WHERE MY FOOD AT?! WHY NO SPRINKLES ON FOOD? OUT OF WAY PUNY HUMANS! MULK NO LIKE PMS SYMPTOMS!”
Husband: “AAAHHHH! KIDS RUN! NO MULK! BAD MULK! PUT THE BABY DOWN MULK! NO NO EAT OUR YOUNG MULK!
Me: MULK ANGRY! MULK HUNGRY! MULKS MOOBS HURT!! MULK GO TO BED AND CRY BIG GREEN MULK TEARS! RRAAAAGGHH WAAAAAAAH!