Today I have ragging PMS. Of which I find to be a wonder, now that I do not have a uterus. You would think not having PMS would be one of the benefits. But no, my little tubes are still there, making eggs, and hormones. Some evidence of the PMS is that I am just irritable. For example the poor kitten got herself locked in the bathroom for jumping in the trash can. I could hear her yelling, "let me out" while I imagined replacing her with a not so bothersome fish.
Additionally, I tried to make a deep dish apple pie and having not read the instructions carefully, I have the crust on the bottom instead of on the top (reading to quick may be a normal defect). I quickly made a crumble for the top of the pie and will hope for decent results.
I had a native friend tell me that in her tribe the women in there menses were not allowed to cook. For me I think it should probably be during PMS being that is when I am intense like: those first cold days of fall or, like a kitten who smells chicken bones in the trash. As for now I will wait for my pie to come out of the oven and take deep breaths.
p.s. I wonder where the eggs go now. Are they lost and arguing about who should have looked at the directions.
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