Grrrr. Am an idiot.

I meant Happy Birthday Kat!

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Gar, either a single column centered on the propeller OR more space between the columns with the downward arm of the propeller directly in between the columns.

Tampons are way too expensive for that shit. I'll stick with marshmallows, thanks.

Yes. This.

I knew a guy in college who thought all feminine hygiene products were horrible, unclean things. Not used ones (I'd understand the squick in that case), but a plastic-wrapped, unopened tampon was horribly untouchable. One fell out of my purse once and he jumped back 3 feet. And he wasn't kidding.

Once, in high school, a guy friend of my sister's was playing around in her purse, pulling stuff out and taking inventory, out loud. She tensed up when he came to her tampon case, worrying about his reaction. He just thought it was another package of make up--or else he was too embarrassed to say what it was.

I like the new commercial where it shows a middle-aged black guy browsing in a drug store. He brings a box of tampons up to the counter where the teenage clerk rings them up. He carries them out to the car and his young, teenage daughter is crouched in the passenger seat, too embarrassed to buy them herself. The voice over says, "it takes a man to be a dad." That one gets me every time.

I agree, Gar. That page seems overly busy. More white space would make it easier to read.

Oh, and happy birthday, Kat! Conga line!

My burrito was made with Cheez Whiz. So good.

Happy Birthday Kat! With Cupcakes!

My burrito was made with Cheez Whiz. So good.

That wasn't a burrito. IJS.

Also, that wasn't cheese, although I guess it doesn't really claim to be.

The cats love ob tampons. Make great toys. Luckily, that sort of thing doesn't embarass me, considering at least one always gets away each time I knock the box down from its shelf and scatter tampons all over the bathroom floor.

We took care of a ferret one summer who had a very specific list of items he'd hoard: orange peels, cough drops and tampons. We discovered at the end of the summer that he'd been stashing them in the boxspring. There was probably the equivalent of a box of tampons, 2 bags of cough drops and a kazillion dried up orange peels inside that thing.

Our friends in Sacramento just sent me this picture of Emmett playing with their daughter, India.

My burrito was made with Cheez Whiz. So good.

All the chicks are reconsidering giving the label of "REBEL" to Cheez Whiz-eating Scola....

I knew a guy in college who thought all feminine hygiene products were horrible, unclean things. Not used ones (I'd understand the squick in that case), but a plastic-wrapped, unopened tampon was horribly untouchable. One fell out of my purse once and he jumped back 3 feet. And he wasn't kidding.

Once, in high school, a guy friend of my sister's was playing around in her purse, pulling stuff out and taking inventory, out loud. She tensed up when he came to her tampon case, worrying about his reaction. He just thought it was another package of make up--or else he was too embarrassed to say what it was.

When flying, if I'm OtR, I *always* manage to get pulled for my carry-on to be hand-searched. One trip I took, I just threw the whole box of tampons in the carry-on, b/c I was probably running late. When my carry-on inevitably got handsearched, the agent/guard people took the box of tampons out, opened the box (that's fair, IMO), and then dumped the box out on the table. I was going to ask them if they wanted to unwrap each one, but I didn't want to get kicked off my flight.

I like the new commercial where it shows a middle-aged black guy browsing in a drug store. He brings a box of tampons up to the counter where the teenage clerk rings them up.

Heh. That reminds me of the LA F2F. The communists unexpectedly arrived early, while I was in LA, and I needed to go to the store to get stuff. The only person around with a car was Sean, who I had just met. I was mortified to have to ask him to drive me to CVS so I could buy tampons. He, however, handled it with perfect aplomb.