You know, that way men won't have to keep coming up with excuses to get out of the house during that time of month.
"Sorry, honey. I would love to sit here and listen to you berate and belittle me, but in case you didn't notice, there's a war going on. I'm fighting for your freedom, after all. Well, not yours, because you're a woman and technically speaking, you belong to me... What...? Why...? What are you doing? Put down that red-hot fire poker. Okay, okay, I'm leaving. I'll see you in 18 months. Unless I die (oh, please, dear god, let me die). Love you!"
Well, the world is safe once again. I was able to find some PMS meds yesterday. Granted, it required going out to a Target in, well, I'm not really sure where I was. I do know that I've never been in a sketchier Target before though. It was like I was in Walmart or something. Either they (this particular Target) are closing up shop or they're doing a huge remodel, whatever, but the place was a wreck. Oh, and everything was on clearance.
At any rate, I found my drugs. People need not die now. Feel free to send Target a letter of appreciation for saving your lives.
On a very similar note, and really, the whole point of this post, have you ever really read the boxes these happy, pretty pills come in? Well, I did. Luckily for you, you don't need to. I took the liberty of highlighting some items of note. You're welcome.
Hope you're all doing your best to beat the heat! I'm off to do some more job searching. *sigh*