This morning I asked the soldier, “Was I a pain yesterday? Was I? Did I cause a lot of trouble, or was I nasty or hard to be around?  Was I?  Let me put it this way,” I said before he could answer.  “Yesterday, was I a B-I-T-C-H?”  I asked with the biggest grin in 18 states.  I was in his face too. He was sitting on the couch and I was leaning over him, face in close for this quiz.

‘Well, no.  You weren’t a bitch. We had a great day yesterday. We had all kinds of fun,” he said.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. And guess what? Today I got my period so that means no PMS excuses for you.  When I get pissed off I don’t want you blaming PMS because as it turns out, I don’t have PMS, huh?  I have this pimple right here and that’s it,” I said, cheekily pointing to the pimple on my cheek. “So how about that?”

He smiled his appreciation, that’s all. Meanwhile Vidroid stood by, taking notes.