Knock, knock, guess who?

It's going to be a hell of a week. Let me give you a hint why:

Last night, I had a snack. It was Whoppers Malted Milk Balls and Spicy Doritos, eaten alternately.

I'm cranky and snappish, to the point of driving the WCM out of the room, yet I feel weepy and emotional at the same time.

My brassiere feels ridiculously confining, yet letting the sisters swing free and unfettered is painfully out of the question.

If you can figure this out, I've got a box of Midol with your name on it.