Grumpy Gills

SO.
I started my period yesterday and it turned me into a mean monster.

Usually my time of the month comes and goes with nothing more than a slight disruptance in my love life. I tend to be tired and a generic cloud of ennui follows me around. But I have noticed that when I'm not eating much and exercising hard (like I am now), the hormonal changes seem to effect me more.

The morning started out with cramps but I managed to do my hour of cardio okay. Oh but wait -- mid-workout I had to make an emergency trip to the bathroom because I had begun menstruating which jumpstarted a day filled with things that annoyed me.

• the movie theatre was cold
• my husband kept getting up to pee during the movie -- a record THREE times
• I didn't/shouldn't/couldn't get fries at In N Out
• Target no longer carries the pet carpet cleaner I like
• I was hungry all day
• when we laid down to take a nap, the puppy kept making a throw up noise
• which made me have to take the puppy outside but not before she threw up on the carpet
• and I have no good pet carpet cleaner (see item four)
• friends came over for the basketball finals ... enough said
• friends brought over red wine which I don't like
• on period and couldn't have sex
• didn't sleep well; had a crick in my neck

And now it's morning. I'm at work. I'm feeling better. But man oh man. Yesterday was one of those days when I should have just quarantined myself away from all humans and read a book. I hated everything and everything pissed me off. Thank all the gods my husband is understanding and has a sense of humor. Before our nap he told the puppy: "you and mom have one thing in common: you're both bitches."

And I actually laughed a little before I rolled my eyes and kept being one.

Sometimes it's therapeutic to be a bitch.

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The Jazz Lost

I hate sports, pretty much all of them...maybe not the Olympics. But we went to the Jazz game tonight because it was free. It was pretty fun -even though the Jazz lost and I was told that the Jazz were pretty good and that the home team should almost always win. But anyway. Here are some things I don't know about basketball:

1. What the "end zone" is called - but I know it's not the end zone because Tom laughed at me.
2. How long does the score clock go for?
3. Who's job is it to reset the score clock?
4. What the fouls are for - I suggested "fumbling" which got another round of laughter.
5. The names of any players - the only Jazz guy I know is "Boozer" and he wasn't there for some reason. Probably because he knew they were going to lose.
6. I don't understand the comic I chose.