Well, I’m back.
Sorta.
I know my writing has been sporadic for the past few weeks…
However, Rico gave me some blogging fodder this past week that I can no longer keep under wraps.
We were milling around the house and I mentioned to him that my side was cramping and he assumed I was getting ready to start my period.
Since having a partial hysterectomy in August, it’s rarely crossed my mind and I can honestly say I don’t miss it one damn bit. I do still have my ovaries, therefore, the hormones rage once a month and I become a little more…ahem, “spirited” than usual.
Rico then states that he read an article in GQ or Maxim or some other men’s magazine filled with 18 year old, zero body fat, stupid whores that there was an email service that would notify men as to when their wives Aunt Flo would be coming for a visit.
I was perplexed. Why would he want an email reminder of when I’m having my period? It’s not like I’m gonna get pregnant nor am I more psychotic than usual during this time of the month.
He replied, “It’s so men can be reminded not to do anything stupid that week.”
“Well, that’s a great idea,” I say, “Do you think you can just get them to send you an email every freakin’ morning and that would eliminate all our damn problems?
He’s checking on it.
