It's just PMS causing my tears.

After work on Sunday, I told Tyler I wanted to go somewhere and sit on a porch. So we took Ken and Lauren out to Fergie Brew Co. for Lauren's 24th bday. We also went to Cork across the street, which is a cute little wine bar. Yes, we broke our week long fast from alcohol to celebrate with our friends.

We also talked about the "toast"/speech that Tyler and I will be giving together at their wedding. I'm freaked out. Also, Lauren mentioned that the song "The Love of Christ is Rich and Free" would play during communion at their wedding. I mentioned that I sang it at Ange's wedding... so now me and a groomsman that has an incredible voice may be singing it together. We'll see.

Then I went home and cried myself to sleep.

This morning started out rough. I posted our bonus spreadsheet for the staff to see and I get questions like, "Are these numbers correct?" and "did you do the right dates?" and I say, "No, I used the incorrect information," and walk away. Restate your question and get at what you're trying to get at, otherwise shut up.

It got better I guess. I had to take a conference call so I missed my favorite yoga class. Now I'm eating margarita pizza and it's good. I'm going to the later, easy yoga class... it's usually more packed and not as challenging as I like. But right now, I might just need a few baby stretches or I could just start crying.

It's not just PMS causing my tears. I think PMS brings me to a dark place emotionally and spiritually. I think it's all connected... even to the food I eat. So. Anyway, emotionally I feel a bit better. Just mellow and somber and careful is how I feel.

Pizza. nap.
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My hippie friend from Colorado came into the store today. We went in to hug each other and nearly bumped faces. She pulled back and said seriously, "Always, left cheek to left cheek so that hearts align." I said, "Ok, I didn't know that. Now I know." She goes, "Try it with your husband sometime, you'll be able to tell a difference, I know." She's funny. I really like her, but if I could just tell her "Hey, just so you know, I don't always agree with you and I think you're slightly cooky, but I like you," then I think we could be better friends. She's the lady that knew I was a pisces. Just because.