Sometimes, PMS hits you at full force in a public place where you can't control it, and then later you are mortified for blubbering at your husband at the grocery store as you pick out your fruits and veggies.
And then, sometimes you come home and he asks if you are hungry for brunch. You say, I sure am hungry for brunch. And your husband makes you this:
Best enjoyed with a beer mug of milk and a dollop of peanut butter.
Diabetes-inducing french toast ain't your thing? Then just watch this. Because there's nothing like singing animals to lift your spirits from a funk...
