PMS-ing in Paris

I took this last night at The Louvre. ZERO editing done, can you believe that?!
The lighting...crazy beautiful, if I do say so myself.

You know those times when you're PMS-ing but you aren't quite aware of it yet?

I could have sworn I wouldn't be in that "danger zone" for another week or so.

But here I am, in beautiful Paris, and yet Crazy Connie is determined to make this experience a negative one.

It wasn't until about an hour ago when I checked my pills pack and realized that, 

"Ah, yes, this is why."

So I quickly held up the pack to The Dizzle, saint that he is, and said, 

"Look! There's a reason why I've been a raging biznatch!!! Hallelujah!"

Somehow it just makes me feel better that at least there is a biological explanation for my irrational behavior and that I haven't been borderline psychotic for no reason.

So, as much as I'd love to just curl up in bed all day, eat 10 pounds of chocolate, complete with my sexy sweatpants, I will resist.

I'm in Paris, people. PARIS!

Who knows if or when I'll ever be back here again.

So we are off to see The Eiffel Tower today.

And dammit, I will enjoy it!

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xoxo