The Black Crow

Things are looking up around here! Shrinky-dink added a secondary medication, and The Black Crow flew this coop.

Ahhh, The Black Crow! My mom's suggestion for warning my floor of freshman at college that I had PMS. I hung it on the door of my room as an RA, and the girls knew that I was not going to be reasonable or, very often, nice. It's so much easier to hang up a black crow than to try to explain to everyone in your family that you have PMS, yes STILL, and NO IT'S NOT GONE YET!

The Black Crow is what I want to name my revolutionary restaurant one day. It will be set up with a Man Tolerant section and a Man Intolerant section for those women who canNOT deal with men today. Men will sit, obviously, in the Tolerant section only. The entire menu will be a la carte and will be organized according to food craving: chocolatey, chewy, salty, crunchy, creamy, spicy, you get the idea. I'm brilliant. Tell me you wouldn't want to go there with your girlfriends! Finally, a place where you can order a Coke with lime, chocolate cake, and onion rings with NO JUDGEMENT¹!

¹My last meal before going into labor with Charlotte. Mmmmm!