Oh, the amount of chocolate I consumed last night. Frankly, I'm suprised it's not coming out of my pores this morning. Why surely if somebody cut me today I'd bleed brown. I think the KitKat and Reeses folks may send me a cut for increasing their stocks.
So it is for that reason, my rebelling belly and I feel we need to, yet again, write a letter to Aunt Flo and her band of hellacious hormone co-horts.
Dear Ms. "I think I'm funny":
How dare you pay me a visit on a holiday that revolves around chocolate and candy ? Are you trying to ruin me ? I've already had to buy an uh "garment" to keep the jiggling to a minimum but please don't forever mess with my psyche and make me have to purchase a mumu.
In closing, your timing is just bad. Please for the sake of my sanity do not even think about visiting me at this time next year.
Your friend until I hit Menopause,