by Laura
Menopause sucks. There's no way around it. What with the hot flashes, the precipitous drop in energy, and the mood swings wide enough to resemble the swing of a wrecking ball, there's nothing good about it. I want to bitch-slap Aunt Flo for bringing this on in the first place.
Today is one of those wet-noodle, no-energy days. We'd need a swimming pool full of Snapple to get us going. The only good thing is that we have T tonight.
Charity is quiet. We think that it's because she doesn't know what to do about being upset with Mary. I don't want to get involved. Charity has talked to Cass a couple of times about stuff like this, and that's fine with me.
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