*hums a tune you can't hear*
I hate my period. I hate cramps even more. So I stayed home last night, and even though I didn't go to the girls, I still woke up at 8:30. With no Henry jumping on me or little girls running through the living room. And I was having a nummy dream about my girlfriend that was interrupted by Conan O'Brien delivering us pizza. If I hadn't woken up, I probably could have gotten rid of him (even if it meant resorting to violence).