I know. This is a terrible name for a blog. Unbelievably lame. Maybe something better will pop into my head later. If you come up with something good, let me know. Until then, we'll stick with this shitty name.
In the meantime, let's discuss my hormones. I feel mean. Like kick-a-puppy mean. If my hormones were visible, I think I would beat the shit out of them. Combine my irrational irritability with my teenagers raging hormones and what do ya get? That's right... hell on earth. I would feel sorry for my husband, but because of these STUPID hormones, mostly I'd like to just punch him in the face. Poor guy. I really do love him even though he snores like a freight train.
So not that I care, but how are you handling your hormones lately? And if you tell me you exercise and eat right, I will come right through your computer screen and eat your face for both my exercise and my low-fat snack. Post away, bitches...
