I well up at anything at all. Commercials, songs on the radio, or water weight. They all cause me to unravel. PMS is the ultimate abomination. Comedians do monologues on it.
Women dread it.
Men live in fear of it and don't draw a peaceful breath until the tidal wave of insane emotionalism recedes. The moon wanes and their beloved females begin to resemble themselves again and the world goes zippity doo-da'ing along again. Tami Coxen Used permission of the author. All rights reserved. She writes a weekly humor column for her local paper.