Just because you have to wake up, make yourself pretty, cook breakfast, wash the dishes, wash his shorts, go to work, bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, wash that pan, bear the children, raise the children, pay the bills, pump your own gas, do the grocery shopping, feed the dog, schedule the car pool, feed the chickens, sew the hems, fix the boo-boo’s – seriously, do you have to be a premenstrual bitch on top of it all?
He’s the NUMBER ONE reason you need to calm the hell down and swallow some Midol. I mean, come on, look at him with his jacket over his shoulder and that cool shirt. It doesn’t matter he spends more time on his hair than you do. Isn’t he worth swallowing your pain, bloating and mood swings? Like the copy says, “when you feel good, you’re good to be around” – and isn’t that the point? Cater to him and his whims, and suck up that damned curse already!!
Don’t be a bitch…for him.