Fashion, sweets, milk, Carrie, shopping & bad TV are some of the things that keep me sane during this time of mother-fucking-nature time. I don't get cramps or become an enraged hormonal psycho. It's much worse. I cry.
Anything the "babe" says will be taken into account and tears will flow.
Science could never explain this phenomenon.
That was my extreme 411 of the day.