In what can only be described as a terrible combination of coincidences — my return from vacation is coinciding with the start of fertility treatments, and a horrible case of PMS.
In short — I will cut a bitch.
Yesterday I almost punched a co-worker — someone I’ve known and loved for, like, seven years — all because of the way he was eating his carrot sticks.
In an effort to not murder everyone, here’s the most creative way I can think of to share my inner monologue with you.
and, as always…