Yesterday, I had the worst cramps of my life. I probably say this to Dan basically every time I'm on my period, because I'm prone to hyperbole. But I mean these were so bad I almost threw up at work, and could barely concentrate on tasks placed before me.
So I did what any girl in my position would do. On the way home, I stopped at the supermarket. In the checkout line, I had two packages of feminine hygiene products...and a half gallon of brownie moose tracks ice cream.
Subtlety has never been one of my specialties.
P.S. TMI? Sorry. Welcome to being my friend. I'm just so open.