The Sweet Smell Of The Bathroom

So I come to realize that the sweet smell in the bathroom is a new scent that the cleaning crew installed in the bathroom. It's an automatic spray that sprays every 20 minutes or so. So I was in the bathroom when it went off and I was in la la land again. The thought of sweet candy, red, pink, yellow candy with lots of sugar, races through my mind. I race out to buy my favorite must have each year, my marshmellow peeps. Yes, peeps. They're so good. So tasty, so soft, so much sugar, yes I know. I'm at the gym and the last thing I need is all that sugar. But sometimes it's okay to eat stuff like that, just as long as it's not...yes, you got it....every day.

Last night I bought myself a donut. DAM IT! I had to have it. It was so good. Oh my god was it good. I brought it home and gently placed it on my counter. I walked over to my frig and took out some milk. What joy, I say. What joy. It was a chocolate glazed donut. I love it, I love it, I love it.

*Sigh....*

In the evening, I was a fat slob. Okay, I felt like one. I don't look it. I am my worse critic, I tell you. Isn't everyone? Yes, we all are of ourselves. My posture is not right. I'm hunching over too much. My back feels fat. My breasts are swollen. My god! Is it that time! Is it....PMS TIME???

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I'll need to check back on this blog to see. I don't really write it down in my calendar. I'm use to having someone know for me. Men normally know this better than woman. He'll be on alert and then he'll gently ask how you're doing. And you say..."I'm fine. Why?" And he'll look at you and say..."Oh nothing. Just wondering...." And he'll mumble under his breath..."Yeah right. Tomorrow you'll be ripping my balls off with your death ray eyes." I mean, it's true. The next day he might not have his balls. But at least I'll appreciate the fact that he reminds me.