tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919362358095282051.post3229467548713252366..comments2023-07-10T04:05:09.982-07:00Comments on Verbal Incontinence: 19th Nervous BreakdownSisuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583242269351725331noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919362358095282051.post-7883416182257739222009-11-24T06:52:08.220-08:002009-11-24T06:52:08.220-08:00omg! our mothers must have been friends!!! Tampo...omg! our mothers must have been friends!!! Tampons were the Devil in her book too. pffft.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07083141849691624128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919362358095282051.post-20147895330473850552009-11-22T20:10:00.327-08:002009-11-22T20:10:00.327-08:00you crack me up...oh the joys!you crack me up...oh the joys!jan moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12634021988144761472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919362358095282051.post-91628389592970101722009-11-19T20:39:50.782-08:002009-11-19T20:39:50.782-08:00You have no idea how happy I am to not have to dea...You have no idea how happy I am to not have to deal with the nasty menses and boobie issues...I barely made it through my own. And the boy is giving me enough tween drama and angst; it's about all I can handle.<br /><br />Your story reminds me of me...tampons were of the devil as far as my mother was concerned (from the 5 or so toxic shock deaths in the early 80s) and so I was 17 before I ever attempted one and that was only cause the crimson tide came at school. The only thing my friend Cindy had was a tampon. I figured out what to do with it but no one told me it had to go in a certain distance...I figured that out when I went to sit back down. Yeeow!Sisuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11583242269351725331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919362358095282051.post-40174508168499276692009-11-19T05:26:54.977-08:002009-11-19T05:26:54.977-08:00See, its moments like these that make me wish I ha...See, its moments like these that make me wish I had a boy also. =(<br /><br />But you'll get to miss out on the nasty menses and boobies issues. Ok, funny story and if Lauren EVER reads this I'm dead....<br /><br />She asked me at 15 if I could have her Aunty Ginger show her how to use a tampon. =0 I figured that shit out on my own back in the day. I'd have NEVER thought to have someone show me. But I guess it was the openess and constant assurance that you can ask any question, no matter what it was I had with her. Still I was glad she wanted my sister to show her.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07083141849691624128noreply@blogger.com