My hormones are running all over me right now.
I am sick one minute the next I want as much food as I can stuff done my throat.
I have become one with Sprite, Sierra Mist, Ginger Ale, and my good buddy 7 Up.
If I am not drinking a light beverage I am chomping gum and trying not to cry over the littlest thing.
For example our contractor showing me our basement.
I started to cry over how great it looked.
Nice...
Or how sweet my kids are.
Cried while one gave me a hug.
I have prided myself on entering my adult life as a reformed cryer.
Here I am back on the wagon again...
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