...ain't so nifty. No, I usually do not say ain't, but I don't usually turn 50, either. For the past week or so I've felt like Linda Blair. What a gift I got this year, menopause. Today some guy yelled at me hanging out of the window of his truck, telling me to SLOW DOWN! (I was at a stop sign, just starting up again -- not speeding.) As soon as he did that, the new demons that are occupying my body screamed right back at the guy, BLEEP BLEEP! If he had stopped, I probably would have gotten into a fist fight -- something I never would have entertained the thought of, until now. After my near altercation, I ran right out to WalMart today, bought Black Cohosh, and everything I could get my hands on that had something to do with menopause. I honestly can't stand myself another minute. I sure hope this stuff works. I'm sure my family is hoping the same thing.
If you're a man reading this, sorry. But if you've been around one of us, you probably already know what I'm talking about, unfortunately.