PMS

The title says it all. I wish I could find a cure that really works. Paul once told me that it was all in my mind. He has never had PMS, of this I am sure. I feel ornery, sensative, suspicious and like everyone hates me. Never mind the yucky bloated feeling. (I'm sorry for any men reading my blog, I'm sure this is the last thing you want to read about) I'm just extremely irritated that I am suffering from it right now.

Work is so busy. I received my annual review and though it was really good, I get the feeling they expect a lot more from me then feel I can give. I work so hard already. I just want to scream 'I'M NOT PERFECT AND I NEVER WILL BE'. Wow, I really am having PMS.

I feel sorry for Mimi. She has to live with me and she is pretty defenseless. I got home from work last night and she had some how gotten out of her kennel. My house looked like a tornado hit it. Everything was in a pile in the middle of the floor. I have a basket full of pine cones and she had them strewn everywhere. I had some pictures on a table by my couch and she had gotten up there and pulled them down and ripped them all to shreds. There were two blankets in the middle of the floor too. To top everything off, I had put the cover over the pet door to keep the cold out so she couldn't get outside. So.....there was a pile of poo and a pee spot that I had the pleasure of cleaning up. I must have a look because all I did was look at her and she ran into her kennel. I promptly locked the door (so I didn't kill her) and cleaned everything up all while I ranted and raved about her being naughty. Every once in a while I would throw one of her toys at the kennel. Eventually I calmed down and let her out again. She loved on me all night. I have PMS, I wasn't in the mood. Poor dog. Does anyone want one? She is litter box trained and cute most of the time....

I hope all of you are doing good. Sorry this blog is such a downer. I will put a better one on next time.

Love to all
Connie