This has already been the week from hell and it’s only Tuesday. Actually, it started last week when everyone in this household, except me of course, decided to get sick. Not all at the same time, mind you. No. One right after another. (Okay. So they didn’t really decide to get sick, but sometimes I wonder).
Then, if that isn’t enough, it also happens to be that time of month that PMS decides to rear its very ‘ugly-weepy-angry’ head. Oh yeah. It has not been pretty around here at all. The only thing I knew that would make me feel better was to bake something. So, I did. I baked a nice, home-made custard pie. However, since everyone is sick, no one wanted any. Except me that is. Yep. That’s right. I ate one whole entire half of that pie all by myself. Uh, actually, that would be my ‘alternate PMS personality’ who ate that pie. And that ‘alternate PMS personality’ enjoyed every single bite.
If you’re smart, you won’t say one single bad thing about it, either. Because if you do, I will have no problem hunting you down, tying you up and forcing the other half of that pie down your throat. So there.