(Men who continue to read this post do so at their own peril...but also for possible edification. Those who are squeamish should read this instead.)
Aunt Flo. Riding the Cotton Pony. That Time of the Month. Being with Moses (parting the “Red Sea.” Har-dee-har-har). The Curse.
Ha! How many times have I referred to my period as The Curse? “Being with Moses” has wrought havoc in my life from as far back as I can recall. Some fond memories (and current realities):