Some days …

… you need a Midol, even when it’s not “that time.” (“That time” clearly translating into hellfire, brimstone and destruction. Which, based on my history, can also be called “February.”)

I just went from having a migraine to dancing around my office. Midol is my crack rock, I tell you. If it’s ever made illegal, the gubmint had better build more prisons. 😉

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