Claire - Here is an example. This morning while I was ironing Buddy's pants for work, I couldn't get one pant leg to lay flat, after about five attempts, I start to feel a bitch session coming. I take a deep breath. I turn the pants over, try again still no. I leave the room, take a few more deep breaths and come back. Now I'm tugging on the pants trying to get them to lay flat so that I can iron them. They do, after 10 more deep breaths, I decide no talking until I get to work. We drive all the way to work, nothing said, and when we pull up to Buddy's work. He says, "are you already PMSing?" "Yep she'll be here this weekend". So not only do I know, but so does Bud.

And then the same thing at Target today at lunch, my stupid cart was pulling to the right. URRRR, I guess normally little things don't bother me.

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