posted May 13, 2009 12:51 PM         

P.M - my son points out one of my friends walking down the High Street. Should I run him over, I ask? That's not very nice, says my son, looking puzzled.

posted May 13, 2009 02:59 PM         

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Today, I was jogging in my neighborhood when I saw a kid's ball roll over to where I was jogging. I stopped grabbed the ball for the kid and started to hand it to him. He then yelled "Stranger Danger" and his parents came sprinting out. I had to explain the story to the police for 30mins.

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Paranoia!

Thanks for that link, Lexx.

AG

posted May 13, 2009 03:06 PM         

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Today is the five year anniversary of my father's death. I was cuddling with my boyfriend and crying about how much I missed him. He replied with, "Sometimes, I think you just like to hear yourself talk." FML

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posted May 13, 2009 03:21 PM         

hope ya feel better bm.

maybe take a bubbly bath and go buy some chocolate and trashy magazine. that should help a bit.

posted May 13, 2009 04:11 PM         

Lots of stories on that site about ungrateful mothers. Quite sad really. The one about getting a hard-on when he watched snail sex on a nature programme was funny. I am working my way through the pages. Entertaining, and means I avoid doing jobs I don't want to do, like clean my house.

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Today, my wife of three years asked me to meet her for lunch at Subway. When I arrived she was standing in the parking lot and she handed me a footlong sub and said "I got you a turkey sandwich" and then immediately followed it up with "And I'm leaving you." FML

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posted May 13, 2009 04:30 PM         

Even though the lass who was thinking about her father got upset, maybe you could see his quip as a compliment to how much she was thinking about her father.

posted May 13, 2009 08:12 PM         

bm

I'm thinking that this energy could be channelled into some kind of sexual outlet. But then I'm also thinking that any man approaching for sexual favours at present may end up with an ice-pick through his nostrils and embedded in his testicles.

I don't know about the laws in England, but the ones in Australia are sorely lacking. There's maternity leave, paternity leave, blah blah, but no such thing as PMT leave. I'm sure any employer would be willing to endorse such working conditions for the safety and workplace longevity of other staff members at risk of grievous bodily harm by suffering PMT workmates.

I'm thinking a few days bed rest with rom-com DVDs, a few dozen chocolate bars and an on-call supply contract with Kleenex, and all will make better. Perhaps a short resort stay with some lovely, loving, attentive and non-demanding man-servant - Sean Bean for example, serving you day and night - "that's right Sean, my feet need massaging...... again - don't argue with me, Sean, just do as you're told" (whilst hiding the ice-pick under the pillow again). Either that or some serious work or man rage followed by a short prison term with the companionship of full-body tatooed and pierced Esther.

posted May 14, 2009 02:15 AM         

I've stopped saying I can't wait for menopause because my friend said, "that is when your problems really start", and plenty of women seem to agree.

P.M.T = Pre-Menstrual Tension

btw, run over him in the car friend isn't a sweet and sensitive type like coffee, he's an annoying and belligerent old man (all month around). Citizens of the town would cheer.

posted May 14, 2009 02:57 AM         

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I'm catty at anytime of the month if required, so I don't really notice it. Maybe others do, but oh well.

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posted May 14, 2009 06:19 AM         

PMT and what follows really can destroy ones quality of life!!!

Hope you're better

posted May 14, 2009 08:11 AM         

AG too, with his Venus/Neptune, doesn't that show? Same as my son who didn't want me to run over the cranky old man. He's got the trine, too. The son, that is.