i'm about to talk about girly shit, so i figured i'd warn you lest i should offend your delicate sensibilities.
really, it's a topic that usually strikes fear in most males' hearts and minds.
it's one of the most magical, fabulous things about pregnancy and nursing.
okay, i've done my job. if you're a boy and you get all heebie-jeebie'd out, it'll only be because you couldn't stop reading.
I'M SO STINKING BUMMED OUT. i woke up yesterday to find that that dreaded female monthly curse had finally re-entered my life.
i've managed to save gobs and gobs of cash on feminine products (which of course meant that i spent it on other fun stuff instead), and now it's over. i walked into the teen's room yesterday and told her "okay, you're allowed to laugh at me now. because guess what finally came this morning?"
that little heffa didn't just laugh, she pointed and cackled. CACKLED!
and here's where i'll lose sympathy from the rest of you: i haven't had to deal with this shit since christmas eve, 2006.
ugh. ugh! sometimes, i hate being a girl. i'd forgotten how much this sucks ass. stupid "aunty flo." i hate you, you evil bitch.