Home, home on the range!
Where tampons get flushed down the drain!
Sing it with me, y'all.
You know you want to.
How can you resist?
Put another check mark on the "pro" side of living in suburbia: public sewer systems. I've never lived with a septic system and if I did, I might convert to using The Keeper. My parents, however, live in the boonies. So when insult was added to injury and my period started the day of my stepfather's funeral, I did not sing "Gloria!" in exaltation.
Tis a week before Christmas and all through our house not a holiday decoration is up, not a package wrapped, not a meal planned, not a holiday card sent. Unsent holiday cards are nothing out of the ordinary, but usually we've got the other parts well in hand.
But we are home. Together.
For right now, that's enough.
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6 comments:
I cannot wait until menopause stops at my door. Bated breath cannot begin to describe it.
Haven't flushed a red badge since I went to the wastewater treatment facility in 8th grade and was horrified by the mess that's left behind, so can't say amen to the joy of flushing. It's still "wrap and throw" in this house.
BTW - still hoping time heals for you and yours.
I was taught never to throw a tampon in the toilet. Ever.
It apparently is still an issue if you have older plumbing.
And, glad you guys are back and can perhaps begin the process of semi-normal.
One of my most horrific moments of adolesence was when I flushed a tampon in a toilet in Tahiti (seriously) and plugged the toilet. (I did not admit to it, however.) I was mortified. We always flushed where I grew up!
Are you not supposed to flush the tampons??? Where have I been?
You know, I'm grumpy today, but in light of all you've endured lately -- I should be happy. Here is wishing you happy times ahead!
Hope you have a wonderful holiday where tampons can be flushed safely and without fear of clogging toilets!! : )
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