And here I’d thought I’d just been horny…
Period. Last week. Mon – Friday. Growling, irritable, drugged up, clutching the heated blanket. Then the weekend arrived, and I felt GREAT! Fantastic even. Randy. Giving David those looks – waggling of the eyebrows – half-smiles and suggestive telepathy. Couldn’t get enough of him. We’d finish one bout of naked wrestling before, barely giving him time to breathe, I wanted more.
Should have recognized the signs. I always get horny… right before my period. So I shouldn’t have been surprised Monday morning when I discovered that Aunt Flo was back.
WHAT THE?!? OH COME ON!!!
Two days people. Two frickin’ days. After months of relative regularity, the roller coaster seems to be back. Not quite the Leviathan, but definitely Behemoth-like in annoyance level. Irritated by everything. The cats meowing, the kettle taking too long to boil, David asking me, “What’s wrong love?”
“NOTHING! NOTHING IS WRONG! I have NO reason to want to weep inconsolably NONE!!! Other than the fact that my hormones have apparently decided to go on freaking WALKABOUT! and I can’t do ANYTHING about it!!!” I then face planted onto the keyboard.
David made a move as if to come an hug me – though better of it and stayed where he was.
“I need to watch something stupid with animals in it.”
Feeling like WRATH personified? Try this instead: