Is this really necessary?

[hel_ana]

::blink::

PMS Alert 1.0

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buh?

Comments

[singingwolf.livejournal.com]

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
*snort*
*chuckle*
*wheeeeeee*

OK, now that that's out of my system...

Carl knows that the first night I toss and turn all night because my lower back is killing me to be prepaired to walk on eggshells around me for a day or two. Oh, and to also get a little bit of chocolate into the house... and as a warning that there will be spinach with dinner the next few nights...

I think he learned this within 2-3 months of us living together? Pure self preservation...

[cous-cous.livejournal.com]

Spinach? SPINACH????

Is that some sort of weird hormonal craving, or merely a desire to share your suffering with others?

[singingwolf.livejournal.com]

Nah...

Just the fact that under normal circumstances I'm borderline anemic... and iron pills make me super nausiated.

Could be worse, I only get the craving for chicken livers once in a blue moon...

[cous-cous.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. Know what you mean about the iron pills. I'm anemic myself, and a vegetarian, so they're a fact of life for me. But I've never been able to find any that don't make me violently ill, so I avoid them as much as possible. But when Sam starts threatening to put iron filings in my breakfast cereal, I know it's time to bite the bullet and take 'em.

[hel_ana]

I love spinich.

I'll have to remember that you don't (I make a mean spinich quiche)

[cous-cous.livejournal.com]

I'll have to remember that you don't (I make a mean spinich quiche)

Is that a threat? 'Cause it sure sounds like a threat.

[hel_ana]

Nope. Not at all. Spinich quiche is my default "dish to make for non-meat eating friends". So now I've made a mental note that the default won't work for you and Sam, once I actually have you over for dinner.

[cous-cous.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see. Now you've pegged me as not only a weirdo, but a difficult weirdo.

I can see I'm never gonna wrangle a dinner invite.

[hel_ana]

It's a hard life, but someone's got to live it.

[cous-cous.livejournal.com]

And here I was feeling sorry for you for missing out on all that IKEA-y goodness.

Well, no more MS. Nice Guy.

[hel_ana]

Does this mean I can expect the parrot to come over *here* to manace me?

[cous-cous.livejournal.com]

Probably not, she's far too busy for that. She may send a couple of her pigeon friends to poop on your car, though.