I'm downloading the Hello CD of the Month by Soul Coughing (thank you Karl) and currently the song Sack Full of Puppies.
I feel like death warmed over (but just barely warmed) as I always do when it's bloodiness time.
I actually had a sort-of-conversation the other day with Scott, a cart pusher guy, about menstruation and about how it was less of an affront to his masculinity to work in the feminine hygeine aisle than it was to have to work in the lingerie area.
Because "no one would think he's buying...'these things' ... for himself"
He couldn't even say "tampon". So I kept finding reasons to bring it up, calling it the Blood aisle or the "chick cork" aisle.
because I'm mean. And I amuse myself greatly.