I'm on a roll today, ladies and gentlemen. But not really. I apologize for the super short length of this, but it's been marinating on my desktop for too long. I need a new idea, so feel free to slap me with one.

Wrapped in the softest, warmest blanket she could find, Evil Jill made her way into the living room to watch TV. There was nothing that she wanted more right now than to curl up, drink some nice, hot herbal tea, and eat Cheesies... And maybe some marshmallows.

She flicked on the TV drawing Logical Jill's attention from her seat at the island. An eyebrow rose as she observed the blond woman in a fuzzy pink blanket watching a romance movie. She hated pink and mushy stuff...

Oh hell.

Jill threw herself from the island, arms flailing, and sped into the bathroom to have a hot shower. The mushy, pink thing on the couch could only mean one thing. Shark week. And she'd be damned if she didn't get a shower in before the carnage started.

It was Slutty Jill's turn to descend the stairs. She was up earlier than usual but she didn't FEEL tired. When she reached to bottom, she looked over to see the fluff ball on the couch and then to the bathroom door to hear the shower running. Which could only mean one thing.

It was that time of the month... Again. After living together for the past little while, it seemed the three of them had, ahem, synced up. That was either the best thing in the world... Or the worst. Somehow, they could never catch a break.

She slammed her fists onto the locked bathroom door repeatedly, "Hurry up, Jill! We haven't got much time!"

She heard a reply over the running water, "Screw you! I'll take as long as I want!"

A soft voice spoke from the couch, "You guys shouldn't be fighting," A sniffle. "You guys should care for each other, like these two on the TV are doing." Evil Jill then transformed into the biggest sobbing mess the world had ever seen. And it was terrifying.

It seemed Evil Jill had been hit and was down for the count and now Logical Jill had fallen victim too. That left her and it was only a matter of time...

"Can you pass the syrup please?" Slutty Jill asked, arm extended.

"Why don't you get up and get it yourself?" Logical Jill snapped, in an un-logical Jill fashion.

"But it's right beside you and wouldn't be that hard to pass over."

Logical Jill picked up the bottle and moved it closer to Evil Jill and further from herself and Slutty Jill.

"There. Now it's more difficult for me to pass to you."

"That's not fair!" Slutty Jill looked to Evil Jill pleadingly. "Jill, will you pass the syrup then?"

Evil Jill gave a warm smile after she finished piling pickles and cheese onto her pancakes, "Of course, sweetheart. Here you go. Sure you don't want any cucumbers with that?"

Slutty Jill gave a curt nod. "Uh, no thanks," She turned to Logical Jill with a cool look. "See, there was no need to act like that."

Logical Jill snorted, ignoring the comment as she stuffed her face with a mouthful of fluffy pancakes dripping with syrup in a most cave-manly manner. Of course, chewing with her mouth open.

Somewhere, deep in the back of their hormonally stressed minds, they're all happy this only lasts a week.