Saturday, October 3, 2009
When my mother spoke to me about the things that made girls special, she omitted that whole bit we know as "stress incontinence." I can see why, in retrospect, going into depressing details like that would seriously damage the propaganda she was trying to impress on me. Now that the sea monkey is using my floor muscles as a trampoline, I can no longer ignore the little oopsies when I sneeze or cough or get up too suddenly. So today when I was at the drug store I picked up a package of "female continence pads". I feel like I have really and truly joined the chick club.