How to capture a "monster" called PMS? We all like to see here and there some good horror, to hear some horrible life-Store or read some bloody crime story, but what was always there beside us in the vicinity of nearly all his life except most beautifull, our childhood, and not so wonderful age of the personal damage of every monster called PMS.
The syndrome of anxiety, depressive, aggressive state, a condition in which it is difficult to judge anything, which is instant bright like the sun's rays in the frozen winter morning to the moment of severe lightning storms and heavy rain drops that almost does not penetrate glass windows, and the eardrums.
Proud of their genetics, history and beauty of the female body as the culmination of motherhood, women hold up your head walk hand in hand with their monthly (not) friends. Defeat him the skill of women's intuition, the fifth sense, lands him and ambushed him with courage.
One way is to convince myself that they painlessly pass the time of distress and mild insanity that long-neglected work starts performing with war paint on her cheeks.
Battlefield: bathroom, coordinates: tiles above the tub, around the tub and of course the toilet bowl. Gloves in hand cleansers provided for staining of the battlefield, the sponge and go on the attack. Clean as you are in competition for a million dollars, none of the stains can not stay, must conform to shine and smell, household access is strictly prohibited, unlimited time. What can not be resolved today to leave tomorrow, thorough, strong and courageous, highly concentrated. Victory is only yours. 100% guarantee of success.
