I'm on the verge of that time of the month, which means I'm a raging bitch today. Craig walked into the living room this morning to say goodbye, saw the thundercloud over my head, and blew me a kiss from across the room. Smart man.
Girl Scout cookies have descended on my house. At the time of my period. Guess how many I have left? Guess who was told to make a call this afternoon to get another supply? Samoas are evil.
I watched Prime last night, with Uma Thurman and Meryl Streep, and found myself oddly charmed by the younger man/older woman romance, all the way to the end that pissed me off. How can you sell a romance and not have an HEA? It's not even an HFN. What a waste.
One of these days I'll have a coherent post. With a point. :P