Bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy, fun fun fun fun fun

Breathe. Camp tomorrow. Nothing big. Musn't spend time in stupefied silence. Like that time in the grocery yesterday. According to my cycle, the next period starts promptly on Friday, which means I have to buy sanitary pads. There was a stocker (what do you call those shelving guys?) there, who was blocking the view because he was reaching up and down and restocking Kotex or whatever. Well usually I'd buy Whisper but because all sanitary pads end up in the trash can anyway, I was browsing for a cheaper brand. So there I was, calmly waiting for him to finish, although it was becoming rather evident that he was going to take an ungodly amount of time before he gets done. Had to make pointedly polite brwosing noises behind his back while pantomiming looking around. He finally got the point, and calmly moved to the other end of the aisle. Now I was free to compare prices. Took about ten obssessively solid minutes of asking and arguing with Dad and Bianca in alteration about leak-protection quality of Modess and Kotex and Libresse and Charmee-- you get the picture. And then spent three minutes miserably reflecting on the ultimate swing vote factor, which is the price and the packaging. The information at the back did no good. It's just then I realized how similar ALL of their backs are. Helpful stuff, how charming. Like that Nestle Fresh Milk commercial...

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Sorry, sanitary pad escapades shouldn't be blatantly exposed on something as public as this. I must be off my rocker. 11 o'clock pm everybody. Good night.