PMS Moments

[rgraham666]

Abruptly, being relentlessly single doesn't seem like such a bad thing.

 

[OhMissScarlett]

I once lobbed a large container of Shed's Spread Margarine at my ex-boyfriend's head. Sadly, I missed and hit him in the shoulder.

My mom is legendary in our family for her crazy pms behavior. One time, she made this really nice dinner and my dad never came home to eat it. So, she sat at the kitchen table until he came home at about 5 a.m. and she made him eat the food that had been sitting there all night.

She also stapled a hairdryer to the ceiling because my step-dad kept leaving it out all the time and would never put it up. When he took it down and started leaving it out again, she made me cut the cord off of it.

 

[cloudy]

The only thing I've done sorta bad, is that one night, after I'd spent the entire day making lasagna from scratch (made the sauce from scratch, etc.), my husband came home in a foul mood, and started a fight.

Well, his way to get back at me is to wait until I've cooked a big dinner, watch me cook it, then refuse to eat. So this night, after I've spent the whole day (and a good bit of change, too) making all this lasagna, he refuses to eat.

My son and I sat down, ate supper, didn't say a word, and eventually went on to bed.

I got home before my husband the next day, and promptly fed every bit of the leftover lasagna to the dogs (a full pan, and another full pan less the two servings my 7 year old and I had eaten the night before). I raised Australian Shepherds at the time, so had plenty of dogs to finish off every bit of the lasagna before he got home from work.

When he got home, and got settled, he goes to the refrigerator, and then says, "Where's that lasagna you made last night?"

"It wasn't good enough for you last night, so I figured there must be something wrong with it. I fed it to the dogs." (in an ultra calm voice)

 

[Boxlicker101]

The only thing I've done sorta bad, is that one night, after I'd spent the entire day making lasagna from scratch (made the sauce from scratch, etc.), my husband came home in a foul mood, and started a fight.

Well, his way to get back at me is to wait until I've cooked a big dinner, watch me cook it, then refuse to eat. So this night, after I've spent the whole day (and a good bit of change, too) making all this lasagna, he refuses to eat.

My son and I sat down, ate supper, didn't say a word, and eventually went on to bed.

I got home before my husband the next day, and promptly fed every bit of the leftover lasagna to the dogs (a full pan, and another full pan less the two servings my 7 year old and I had eaten the night before). I raised Australian Shepherds at the time, so had plenty of dogs to finish off every bit of the lasagna before he got home from work.

When he got home, and got settled, he goes to the refrigerator, and then says, "Where's that lasagna you made last night?"

"It wasn't good enough for you last night, so I figured there must be something wrong with it. I fed it to the dogs." (in an ultra calm voice)

This was an extremely reasonable and sensible thing for you to do. Did you have PMS at the time?

 

[AppleBiter]

Was referring to this...

Tee-hee! Yeah, that was a great one! Sorry, I was thinking hair removal.

 

[carsonshepherd]

The only thing I've done sorta bad, is that one night, after I'd spent the entire day making lasagna from scratch (made the sauce from scratch, etc.), my husband came home in a foul mood, and started a fight.

Well, his way to get back at me is to wait until I've cooked a big dinner, watch me cook it, then refuse to eat. So this night, after I've spent the whole day (and a good bit of change, too) making all this lasagna, he refuses to eat.

My son and I sat down, ate supper, didn't say a word, and eventually went on to bed.

I got home before my husband the next day, and promptly fed every bit of the leftover lasagna to the dogs (a full pan, and another full pan less the two servings my 7 year old and I had eaten the night before). I raised Australian Shepherds at the time, so had plenty of dogs to finish off every bit of the lasagna before he got home from work.

When he got home, and got settled, he goes to the refrigerator, and then says, "Where's that lasagna you made last night?"

"It wasn't good enough for you last night, so I figured there must be something wrong with it. I fed it to the dogs." (in an ultra calm voice)

Wow. *awed*