Hi, kait ! I’ve got to drop Squirt off for his science fair, and then I’m off to visit your blog! Please give my regards to Mr. Soap.

Bonnie, when I was little I found a box of my Mom’s Modess, pulled one of those buggers out and unwrapped it. It disintegrated into a bunch of fine particles that filled the air and made it hard to breathe. I was coughing and waving it all away when Mom found me. I don’t recall if she peed herself, though.

Want to guess what she had found to use as a mattress for the doll bed….that’s right…big as life…and had creatively rolled one long tag for a pillow, and was using the other one as the cover!

I laughed so hard, I peed myself!

Studies have since shown that picnicing can actually be quite dangerous while menstruating. I mean, when you go on a picnic you generally bring a breadknife, right? A menstruating woman holding a bread knife. You do the math.

So many lives have been destroyed by this outdated politically-motivated practice of menstruational picnicing it’s time the record is set straight. Ladies, step away from the cotton napkins and woven cane basket no matter how good the weather. Think of the children.

Sheesh, next you’ll be telling me that alcoholics *don’t* require licences to operate staplers.

Shame, Bonnie. Shame.

I remember the duck and cover but it didn’t have a turtle, that I remember. Brain=swiss cheese.

Loverly trip through the past.

Mr. Living Soap is calling me. He says the dishes need to be done.

Happy day, Bonnie!