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.

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

1. Cool glasses! There is NO question that Emmett is *your* son.

2. Cutiehead little blondie!

3. Emmett is entirely too grown. Make him stop.

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

You just KNOW that moldy rice from a tube is next on the menu.

There is NO question that Emmett is *your* son.

Seriously. I've only seen a few pictures of David and the resemblance is striking.

Hold on, are you saying they don't explode if touched by a boy?

Well, yeah. But they only spray you with a little bit of purple glitter. Nothing over the top.

When I go to screenings where they're likely to be confiscating camera phones, I always make sure to leave a few tampons loose in my purse so the security guys don't dig too deep. Works like a dream most of the time.

When I go to screenings where they're likely to be confiscating camera phones, I always make sure to leave a few tampons loose in my purse so the security guys don't dig too deep. Works like a dream most of the time.

That is clever.

Brilliant. I'ma have to remember that.

I remember once when I was in college a friend telling me about her younger brother and a friend of his getting hold of a box of tampons. They'd unwrap them and use the little tube to shoot them at each other. And, of course, they'd skitter all over the place. They were finding them in corners for days afterwards. One, somehow, got into the piano ... which made practice interesting.

Cool beans! I just noticed that Cingular allows me to have an online address book, which means that when I view my bill on their website it presents me with names instead of phone numbers.

With the advent of so many address book applications on so many devices, I couldn't tell you many of the numbers of people I call all the time.