Commiseration to Msolga...
msolga wrote:ossobuco wrote:Commiseration to Msolga...
Thank you, darlink.
Same old, same old .....
<sigh>
Oiks!
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Thank you, Deb.
They're all quite mad. I'm convinced of it!
msolga wrote:Thank you, Deb.
They're all quite mad. I'm convinced of it!
Lol. I hear ya.
yet....all the world's a little mad, excepting thee and me....and even thee........
Yeah yeah, I l know .... :wink:
But I am so sick of being the go-between, the Henry Kissinger, Malcolm in the middle!
Grrrrrrrrrrrr!
msolga wrote:Yeah yeah, I l know .... :wink:
But I am so sick of being the go-between, the Henry Kissinger, Malcolm in the middle!
Grrrrrrrrrrrr!
I know.
The joys of being an orphling.
Happy to discuss if you wanna, off a2k and such.
or nor.
Hugs.
Thanks, but I think it's almost bedtime for me, Deb. And you won't believe it (judging by my posts above) I'm actually handling this stuff far, far better than I used to. Really!
ack! 10 years?!?! Why can't they get over it, especially since someone's ill?
This is not a personal source of teeth gritting etc, nor do I find hormonal shifts so discombobulating, and this, as with so many emails forwarded again and again is doubtless apocryphal.
But it is full of grimaces and gritted teeth, and somewhat amusing:
This is an actual letter sent to American company Proctor and Gamble
regarding their feminine products. Sure....isn't it always? She really gets rolling after the first
paragraph...
Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been a loyal user of your "Always" maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the Leak Guard
Core(tm) or Dri-Weave(tm) absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback
riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and
down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be
your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart
enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't
tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little
F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from "the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call "an inbred hillbilly with knife skills." Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers' monthly visits from "Aunt Flo".
Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behaviour. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter.
Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach
inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: "Have a Happy Period."
Are you fuc*ing kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny
middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing
happiness is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned
above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James?
FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be
anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on
Nurofen and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like "Put down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong", or are you just picking on us?
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bull sh*t. And that's a promise I will keep.
Always,
Wendi Aarons
Austin, TX
Good on ya, Wendy.
Sorry to hear about the dysfunctional family dysfunction, msolga. Never good to be in the middle. I've been there. Not a place I like to be. Phooey on phamily. Hang in, kid.
msolga wrote:But I am so sick of being Henry Kissinger
Funny, I'd never thought of MsO having that crazy kinda accent.
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People who will agree with literally anything, depending on who is presenting the point. grrrrrrrrr. Try to remember what you believe in. At least occasionally.
"that's disgusting"
"oh, it was you doing that. in that case I don't mind at all"
ptoooooooooey
ok - I know this is grit and grimace, but I just 'heard' Roberta phooeying above my ptoooey.
That fixed my grimace. For a moment.
ehBeth wrote:msolga wrote:But I am so sick of being Henry Kissinger
Funny, I'd never thought of MsO having that crazy kinda accent.
I vass deeply offended venn ehBeth called my accent crazy. Zen I grimmaced and grittet my teess. Zat made me feel betta.
ehBeth wrote:msolga wrote:But I am so sick of being Henry Kissinger
Funny, I'd never thought of MsO having that crazy kinda accent.
Only during family mediation sessions, ehBeth. Very effective in disarming the waring parties! :wink:
Roberta wrote:Sorry to hear about the dysfunctional family dysfunction, msolga. Never good to be in the middle. I've been there. Not a place I like to be. Phooey on phamily. Hang in, kid.
Yeah, Boida!
Phooey on phamily! (It feels rather good to say that!
)
