And speaking of the bane of life for those TTC…….blergh, 1st day of my period. A reminder of another month without conceiving, if the damn thing shows up at ALL. So I suppose, hooray for beginning a new, perhaps successful cycle, yuck for cramps and pads. Double yuck for it arriving the day before going to a major rock concert on a hot, sunny day.My best friend from high school and I used to refer to it as “Ralph”, as in “Ralph’s coming to town this week”. Other people I knew called it “AF” for “Aunt Flo”. My mother in law colourfully referred to it as “having the decorators in.” This phrase, for my husband, at least, conjured up images of that prat from “Changing Rooms” (Changing Wombs! Ha!) with the stupid hair, salmon colored suits and frilly sleeves who fucks up people’s houses with artistic creations manufactured entirely of MDF.
“I’m having the decorators in.” I said once, by way of apology, when he was feeling amorous.
“Have you got Lawrence Llewellyn Bowen down there, then?” he replied.
“Yeah, he’s doing my fanny out in the Gothic style.”
Just for a few laughs, here are some other euphemisms for our least favourite time of the month.
5 comments:
I hear you!
Why is it that I had never once heard of Lawrence Llewellyn Bowen before last week, and then last week I heard his name 3 times!
Must be the Anglophile in me. I subconciously seek these things out. I'm even starting to scare myself a little.
Just don't let the bugger into your house!
My older cousins always referred to it as "The Visitor" in sinister tones. Very alarming, when you are nine.
I just found your blog, and am quite taken with it so far--you write very well.
Thanks for the love, ladies! :)
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