Oh, ick. Can you IMAGINE being 16, sitting down to dinner, and your father saying “Well, dear. Today is Menstral Monday. Today is that special day of the year when we talk about our menses. How are yours going?”
A little persistance goes a long way. Announcing:
“I go on guilt trips a couple of time a year. Mom books them for me.” A custom made Wally .sig!
I just hope no one gets this confused with Minstrel Monday.
I have this mental picture of some poor guy dressed in colorful clothes, carrying a lute, being torn apart by a rabid pack of PMS’ing women.
Oh, the humanity!
After all, what is your hosts’ purpose in having a party? Surely not for you to enjoy yourself; if that were their sole purpose, they’d have simply sent champagne and women over to your place by taxi. – P. J. O’Rourke