Why I hate being a woman:

TODAY.

Today, I hurt from the belly button down.  Well, from the belly button down and my teeth.  My teeth ALWAYS hurt right now.  So my head is pounding, my pelvis wants to explode, and I can’t sleep.  I am the pinnacle of sunshine this morning.

Even a cup of Vanilla Caramel Truffle tea is not helping.  And the Midol, of course, is at home.  I passed by it this morning and thought, “Hm.  Should grab some of that.”  And yes, I should’ve.  I didn’t.

Bryan figured out something marvelous last night.  We have a gas heater installed in our living room, but we forgot about it because, naturally, that’s where the ficus lives.  But last night, when my PMS-fever broke out and I couldn’t get warm despite my layers of sweats and blankets, Bryan finally cranked the thing.  The room was gloriously toasty in minutes.  Downside?  Huge, open, live flame.  And it runs on natural gas, and y’all know how I feel about that.

Well, the meeting that I was scrambling for the last two days has been moved to Saturday, so I may very well write a bunch today.

Hooray for you.