Womoan

Was having lunch with Bombie earlier. We were in two minds whether to meet up for a quick bite (I say bite, we had fruit smoothies) as we were both in foul moods and tired. We sat for a while, Bombie, quiet, me, trying to justify why i was so moody, it went something like this:

Me - I'm due on, maybe I've got PMT...
B- Yeh, probably (dazed)
Me- I'm really tired from the run though, it's probably that...
B - Yeh, could be (staring into space)
Me - I dunno why i feel so moody though, I just want to lie on my sofa and eat pizza...
B - Yeh, me too (pupils turned into pizza shaped pupils)
Me - Hang on, we're women, we don't need to JUSTIFY our moodiness! We can just BE moody - with no explanation required!
B - Waaaaaaaaaaaaah! (nearly fell off her seat with the very thought)

We laughed, because it's true. Being a woman is our 'get out' card that we can play to justify our disgraceful behaviour at any time. This is genius. Why have we never used it to our ADVANTAGE before??

And then we continued to slag off everything about the world and complain about how fat we were.

In the end, it turned out to be a pretty normal lunch, not much different from a regular day.