PMS for me = honkin' big bout of cranky. And self-dislike.

So when I just found a mystery bruise on the underside of my bicep -- I bruise easily and without apparent cause -- I shuffled grumpily over to Husband Mike and waved my bruised arm at him in complaint.

"I'm a freakin' banana hag!" I wailed.

"Hashtag BananaHag," he replied.

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