Is it when we offer to remove the grocery store bagger's face for putting the bananas in the same bag as the paper towels?
Is it when the sight of an empty email inbox makes us go back to bed and weep for an hour straight?
Or do we know TTOTMWSRN is imminent when we find ourselves (note how I deftly hide my identity by using the collective "we") standing in front of the microwave with a wooden spoon full of brownie batter in one hand while waiting for our salty, salty microwave popcorn to finish popping?
Men, I tried to warn you.Follow @nicole_mcinnes
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