happy free pee

Nuthin' better!

Another camping incident of note involved the disposal of a small cylindrical feminine product on a mountain side covered with small rocks. I did not have the appropriate equipment for deep burial and felt pretty damn quilty about it. So...I trod the rocky incline for what seemed like about a half hour, looking for the perfect place to deposit the offending object. Please understand, the rocks were uncountable in number. Roughly a trillion.

Finally, I settled on the one...if not the RIGHT one, which lay about 3/4 up the rise. I picked it up and what did I find underneath? Another tampon!! I swear, I nearly swallowed my tongue.

I went mad kicking over dozens of other rocks to determine whether or not I'd stumbled onto some sacred tampon burial ground but nope...my rock simply turned out to be some spiritual sister's 'right rock' too.

Life is such a mystery.

Yo, let Trudy do it.

nuh uh !

I've met B, she is SCARY with the charm and the gorgeous and the loving and the warm. Ain't no way I could stand up to that. I just want the mask.

I'll do it. I'm pretty ruthless.

And Beej?

BWAHAHAHA! That's frickin' hilarious.

Skippety-skipping with a clothing question: If a hiring manager specifically says "We're a casual office, so no need to wear a suit or stockings," should I take that seriously? I'm thinking green top with elbow sleeves and a ballet neckline, black knee-length flared skirt, black china flats, but I don't want to blow it by not putting my jacket on.

With the mask comes the responsibility, Trudy.

Too funny, Beej.

My mom used to burn her tampons over the gas flame in the kitchen, because they had trouble with vermin getting into their garbage. She said it made her feel like she was performing some arcane rite.

We used to go to a campground on the Lake Huron shore that had latrines in these old cedar shacks. I got desensitized to spiders right quick. But the smell--ugh. And I never felt clean afterwards. Hated it then, don't have to hate it now because my folks no longer pay my bills and Can't Make Me Go Camping.

Aimee, I'm sorry you're feeling bad about not going to the spa weekend. Bu tI think your response is quite sensible and thoughtful.

I always err on the side of caution. Wear the jacket, but unbuttoned.

Go you, Aimee. I know it's really hard, but you are doing the right thing. I'm sorry you have to deal with this.

I'm about to head off to work. It's Hawaiian day, and I have a lei, a flower in my hair and a cute little tote bag with a hula dancer on it.

I don't wanna go.

First day or interview, Lyra Jane? Either way, I'd go a little formal till you can get a feel for the atmosphere yourself. What you describe + removable jacket sounds good - if the office is way casual you just hang the jacket over your arm or a chair or something.

Aimee, I think that is a great response.