I had called Kevin up to ask him to hit the grocery store, rather than going together--I just wasn't in the mood to go out, after a miserably long day mucking out my computer's files and coping with glum PMS.

He came home with a mountain of comfort food--fudge, potato chips, apple pie--and then proceeded to make bacon-wrapped steak and mashed potatoes.

"I had a horrible day and PMS...and you brought pie?"

"Don't you DARE cry!" he said, prepping the pie to bake in the oven.

"...*sniff*...I won't..." 

My waistline may never recover, but it's all good.