Good man Charlie Brown

My husband must really love me....a lot...

Since we've been in France I've called in ugly pretty much every day. I don't have my Chi flat iron, the water is screwy so my hair is always either bone dry or oily as hell - the water seems to change from winter to summer and I can't get the shampoo/conditioner combination straight.

Then there's my rampid moods - poor guy, seems like every two, sometimes - if he's lucky - every three months I fly into raging bitch, cussing like a sailor mode, followed quickly by crying at everything mode.

The worst part is I can't figure out what's causing it, or what exactly, and I can actually see me swinging into these moods, but can't do anything about it. It's like watching a movie and trying to yell at the person on tv telling them to not go into that room, or stop doing that stupid, but they don't listen.

God he must love me.