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Whatever you want to call it. It sucks. Balls.
The type of sucks that you just want to curl up into a ball for a week, eat 20 gallons of ice cream and have the bathroom right next to you at all times.
When I got my “insert phrase here” at 11, my grandmother gave me a rag and told me where to put it.
I was horrified.
My dad on the other hand, I think he had a nervous breakdown. A 11 year old should not be getting her “insert phrase here” at that age. He wasn’t ready for this, I think he thought that I would never get it. Maybe blissfully going into adulthood never having to worry about the “talk” or “insert phrase here”.
Being the great and wonderful dad he was… he went and got pads for me.
And from that day on, I forever think that “real men” take care of their women in that sort of way. When there down at the barest, vulnerable to the world.
The other day… I get my “insert phrase here”. About a week early. Aaron was doing the “I’m not a dad yet” dance and twirling around the room while I was trying to fend off my 3 year old from seeing this shit.
The last thing I need to hear is “MOMMMYY YOUR BLEEDIN’!!!??? I’LL GET YOU A BAND-AID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
So after throwing various things… and a hair dryer out the door. Aaron got the drift. I was in need…
So he came back with this…
My eyes bulged out of my head.
WHAT am I going to do with all of these??!! Did he expect me to use them ALL!?
Then I realized it was just a box with the normal baggage inside… with Always Infinity samples.
So Aaron gets this.
Because he’s a Awesome dude.
Whatever you want to call it. It sucks. Balls.
The type of sucks that you just want to curl up into a ball for a week, eat 20 gallons of ice cream and have the bathroom right next to you at all times.
When I got my “insert phrase here” at 11, my grandmother gave me a rag and told me where to put it.
I was horrified.
My dad on the other hand, I think he had a nervous breakdown. A 11 year old should not be getting her “insert phrase here” at that age. He wasn’t ready for this, I think he thought that I would never get it. Maybe blissfully going into adulthood never having to worry about the “talk” or “insert phrase here”.
Being the great and wonderful dad he was… he went and got pads for me.
And from that day on, I forever think that “real men” take care of their women in that sort of way. When there down at the barest, vulnerable to the world.
The other day… I get my “insert phrase here”. About a week early. Aaron was doing the “I’m not a dad yet” dance and twirling around the room while I was trying to fend off my 3 year old from seeing this shit.
The last thing I need to hear is “MOMMMYY YOUR BLEEDIN’!!!??? I’LL GET YOU A BAND-AID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
So after throwing various things… and a hair dryer out the door. Aaron got the drift. I was in need…
So he came back with this…
My eyes bulged out of my head.
WHAT am I going to do with all of these??!! Did he expect me to use them ALL!?
Then I realized it was just a box with the normal baggage inside… with Always Infinity samples.
So Aaron gets this.
Because he’s a Awesome dude.
Cool guys will pick these up at the store without flinching.
ReplyDeleteOMG! Hilarious stuff! So glad to have found you on the d-list! :)
ReplyDeleteMy Hubby would NEVER do that for me!! Lucky you! :o)
ReplyDeleteA definite thumbs up moment for Aaron!
ReplyDeleteToo funny! Glad I found you on blog flow!
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