the period project

rant fifty-two: fun with dad

anonymous  

Well if it doesn't already suck enough getting my period, lucky me got it while staying with my dad. Yay.

Anyway, I was all like: Dumb period! All well... But then I went to get a pad and found that only had like three hidden in my sock drawer. Obviously I'd used a lot more then I realised during the last time my runny red buddy came to visit.

So I went to my dad, explaining my urgent quest that I needed to embark on IMMEDIATELY and he told me we'd go in a moment.

Well... 1 pad, 1 stinky period shit, 2 stomach pills and about 1000 cramps later:

"Alright dear, lets go get you some of your, uh, things."

So away we drove to the supermarket, I kept on telling dad to speed up coz I could feel my pad leaking. At last we arrived.

Dad hastily shoved $15 in my direction before hiding in the cat like a baby while I entered the shop.

Away I ran! Knocking into people, bumping trollies and cutting through crowed. I'm sorry but when I need pads, I'm on a mission!

Anyway, that's how my fantastic holiday with dad went. I got the wrong sort of pad too by the way. Lucky me!