GAME ON, MOTHER NATURE
Today’s contributor wages war on her period when it disrupts her love life one time too many.
Aunt Flow. Aunt Dot. Mother Nature. Ever since that horrifying afternoon in Ms. Turner’s 5th grade class, when I fainted at the first sight of my unsolicited monthly gift, Aunt whatever-you-want-to-call-her has been my least favorite relative ever since.
Every month like clock work, she’d come around, and I’d be out of commission for at least 5 days. The only thing I could imagine being more painful than her stomach-cramping visits was giving birth to sextuplets with no drugs. But I digress.
These days Aunt Flow has been irregular — only paying me a visit every other month or whenever she feels like it. My worst mistake was thinking she wouldn’t show up at the most inopportune time — a first date!
