As the title suggests, this could be down to hormones, however I am willing to accept that I might need to kill my DH and bury him under the patio.
It's my birthday tomorrow, I have already had 1 present, which due to circumstances has had to be postponed. DH because he didn't want to see me upset has just given me another present, to cheer me up, he thinks this is a jokey, funny, amusing etc pressie, I think he's a wanker.
MN jury is my desire to kill the bastard hormonal or AIBU.
The present is a fucking pink BIro with FOR HER written on it.