If I only could write my Aunt Flow a letter to tell her how I really feel;
Dear Aunt Flow,
Each and every month I wait and anticipate your arrival. Counting down the days until that dreaded moment, when you first appear. Days before you come I start to prepare, shopping for each and everything I will need while you are here. You always stay way past your welcome. It makes it so hard to plan when you are here, not knowing when you will disappear. Your such an inconvenience, with the disruption you bring. Little things that never bother me are now a monumental nuisance, from the hormonal tizzy you bring on. I'm no longer myself and turn into some crazy eyed witch, taking out my irritability and anger on everyone around me. I've got a headache already and I'm not looking forward to your cramping style. No sex, no thongs just water retention, and temptations of chocolate. Why why why... must you come? I'd find away to get rid of you, but I know that might make things worse! Seeing how you did provide my three babies, I guess I can put up with you for a few more years. I'm getting older and soon you'll be dead and I can dance on your grave! (or at least I can jump on my menopausal cycle and ride over you!)
Looking and waiting for you ~
