At this point, I can count on the fingers of one hand the people who have not jumped completely on my last nerve, in the past 24 hours:
*Hubby. Hubby is battin' a thousand, these days.
*Wave, who told me last night that I looked "Wonderful".
*Actually, everyone at the Country Store, last night, except that one guy who got on my nerves. Can that still count as just one finger? May I also stipulate that he wasn't TRYING to get on my nerves? And that I would probably not have minded him, if I were not preparing for The Most Wonderful Weeeeeeeeek of the Monnnnnnnth?
*A couple of girlfriends. Like Cyndie, who is talking me down on AIM, as I type.
OK, that is more than 5 people. I feel slightly better. But only slightly. Because I have PMS. And I KNOW I HAVE PMS. For the uninitiated, that means I am totally ready to rip you a new one, if you deserve it. The self-restraint I exhibit the rest of the month is Not Going to Help You Now, so Pour Some Sugar on THAT.
You have been warned.