Most women get to know when their regular (or not) monthly visitor is about to make his/her/it's regular monthly visit, by the sudden manifestation of:
1. zits on otherwise-silky-skin
2. bloating, aka The I-Feel-Fat days, and
3. inexplicable cravings for chocolate (and please, NO sarcastic digs about how, if I actually got down to thinking about it, 3. might actually explain 2! Or actually, go ahead with the digs, but remember! Hell hath no fury, like a woman with PMS).
Me? I know when I listen to the radio. And get all choked up when they play 'Dance While the Music Still Goes On'. And then turn manic depressive because not only am I actually listening to ABBA* early in the morning, I am being moved to tears, by the *sheer profundity* of their lyrics.
There had better be a god. Somebody's got to answer for this!
*Aren't blogs absolutely wunnerful? All the benefits of catharsis** with none of the judgemental you-were-listening-to-ABBA-then-die-fiend nonsense to deal with. And if you are going to be all judgemental, then this is me, with my finger delicately hovering over the delete key. Ha! Power!
**Yes, catharsis, I was listening to ABBA in the morning, remember?