After today’s field trip to the grocery store, John took an armload of essentials to the bathroom while I put away the edibles. Upon his return to the kitchen, John announced that the label on the box of tampons I just bought says the applicators have a new, no-slip grip — “just like a Glock!” Official service pistol of the FBI and most U.S. law enforcement.

So, along with being the Center of the Universe, High-Priestess of the World, Princess Silver Thong and Queen of my White Trash Wonderland, I am Special Agent Burke. Tampax Burke. With license to menstruate.

Margarita, please, shaken not stirred at: pam(at)viewfromthenorth40(dot)com

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