The Real Me

Last night, Randy and I were... um... how should I say this... being husbandly and wifely and during a back rub, he said, "What's gotten into you?" I told him, "This is the real me."

And really the truth of the matter is... I was not in the midst of PMS. How crappy is that? That the "Real Me" is, more so than not, shadowed by the "PMS Me."

I have been rolling around a bloggy post about PMS (again... Read the first one here!) but I'm not ready yet. I have a million things to say about PMS, but no good solid way to put it.

Maybe I'll come up with a list of something...