I don't have an Aunt Flo. I have my period.
My head aches, my boobs are sore, my tummy is upset, I'm swollen all over and you people are irritating me.
As soon as I approve Matt the Miller Man's tile choice tonight, I'm going home to bed at 8:30 like it's second grade. God, what I wouldn't give for a jacuzzi bath tub and a box of wine.
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