...that you're suffering from severe PMS?
Not crabbiness, because some might say that you suffer from that every day. I don't, and don't you say that I do or I'll scream and throw my computer through the window.
Not an increase in emotionality, because some others might say that you suffer from that every day, too. I don't, and don't you say that I do or I'll start to cry and lock myself in the bathroom for an hour.
No, the number one clue 'round here that there's some PMS going on is that I've consumed half of a block of break-apart chocolate chip cookie dough in the last 24 hours.
Which should do wonders for the bloating that is going to set in here in a few days.
Do you think they do voluntary hysterectomies? Because I really don't need my uterus anymore...