This will probably be a new, recurring feature on this Blog. I suffer from an incurable condition called PMS. Mine is more severe than most. Once a month PMS takes over my brain. The easygoing Sheri is still there, but she gets slapped down whenever she tries to reason with the PMS Sheri. Here are some actual accounts of when PMS has taken over.
I saw the Bishop's wife at the Temple. She smiled at me and said, "It's so good to see you."
What's that supposed to mean? You think I don't come to the Temple often? Well I do.
While leaving the Temple Luke said,
"Do you want to go out to dinner?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because you're bugging me."
"How?"
"You know what you're doing."
Luke and I were sitting together on the couch, watching The Duchess...
"This movie makes me want to kick you in the balls."
Luke ran the stroller into my heels.
"OW!"
"I'm sorry."
"No you're not."
"I didn't do it on purpose."
"Yes you did!"
...I spent the next 10 minutes holding back tears because my husband deliberately rammed me with a stroller.
Each evening, after sunset, the PMS Sheri is exhausted and finally dies down. The easygoing Sheri is able to talk again. I apologize extensively to my sweet husband who has heroically born the brunt of this horrible condition, and together we laugh at PMS Sheri and how ridiculous she's been. And easygoing Sheri loves and appreciates her patient husband all the more.
