how to tell that pms has got you good:
then in close succession you burst out in hysterical laughter at this:
oh pms, leave me alone. i don't want to watch masterchef junor with tears streaming down my face just because they are so? good? at chopping? vegetables!?!?! and making their own pasta?!?!? how do they know how to make sushi from scratch?!?!?!?!?! this makes no sense. pms makes no sense.
i need a moment.