There's no getting around it.
Now - imagine that the person freaking out is you. You know it's happening & there's absolutely nothing you can do about it...
That, dear man, is P.M.S. Are you frightened yet?
For the most part, I'm (mostly) well behaved. I give all the appropriate "leave me the heck alone" signs. (though my family may strongly disagree) If you are unlucky enough to have trampled on that stray nerve, watch out - You may awaken the beast & I will keep coming at you until everyone's day is miserable. (I know you ladies are giggling because you know exactly what I'm talking about)
This is not a regular routine for me (thank God) but it is always a possibility. I know I'm not alone. You can't make this stuff up.
To top it all off, because we all know not to shop while hormonal, she would either give the stuff away, donate it or let it sit in the back of a closet somewhere. Untouched.