For Girls Only

Have you ever heard of the Partido Mexicano Socialiste?

When I was in college (I won't say how many years ago), one of the classes I took was a political class. In the textbook was mentioned the Mexican Socialist Party, except it used the Mexican name, Partido Mexicano Socialiste, or the PMS.

Obviously a man edited that textbook.

Seeing PMS in print struck my fancy, and the Partido Mexicano Socialiste became my secret, private code name for a certain time in a gal's monthly cycle.

Well, I saw the signs coming.

Sometimes I've just gotta have chocolate. Sometimes I get extra flirty with my husband. (He can always tell with these two signs.) But sometimes I clean. Go figure.

Today I cleaned out the "junk drawers" in the laundry room. Found all sorts of odd things. An old camera. It probably still works, but I ripped out the film anyway. Golf balls and tees. Buttons. A flashlight that Jessica promptly took off with. A Christmas figurine that I also gave her. Lots of trash. Screws. I got to fill up my toolbox with some stuff. Birthday bags (now they might come in handy sometime.)

De-cluttering is a good thing.

Being cranky is not.

Sigh. And last night my mother-in-law gave me leftover chocolate from her party last week. Should I see that as God's provision?

Maybe I'll go eat some pie instead.

Till next time,
Jeanette