I had this post all written up in my head. It was something you men might not want to read about. It was about tampons. It was a tale about the type of tampons I’ve been using since I was a teen and about how they really creep some women out because they don’t have an applicator.
I had it all written out in my mind this morning, but then I had to get up and get showered and dressed so I could see my daughter off to school and do my shift as classroom helper for the morning… It’s a duty I love so I was in a jolly mood as I skipped around mentally writing my tampon post.
There was a point to it. A meaning. Some greater importance and now, I have NO idea what it was. What I would have been writing about. What I could have been thinking. And now that I’m home? I’m too busy being hungry and trying to figure out what to do with myself between now and 11:45 when I need to leave the house again to help out at the school even more (because I don’t spend enough time there).
The plan was to write the tampon post but the new plan seems to be eating a nice bowl of cottage cheese and avocado while blathering about the unfortunate fact that I can’t recall the point of that post.
Oh… and I’m sure I’ll have a nice glass of ice tea as well.
CamiKaos 
Does your lunch have an applicator? Oh yeah – your hand!
I know those tampons – they’re the best! But the only thing is, nowadays, I can only find the boxes with SUPER and LIGHT ones in them, and that makes me nuts. I just need the regular old tampons, thanks.
That happens to me constantly! I’ve started outlining my ideas on any scrap of paper I can find. sometimes it works but usually I end up losing the scrap of paper.
Oh and mmmm avocado and cottage cheese.
tampon, tampon… that’s a kind of freshwater fish right?
Funny, I saw a commercial for Tampax “Sport” Tampons last night… and began to write a mental blog about tampons too.
We should have an International Blog About Tampons Day.
Mostly because it would amuse me.
This is why we older folds keep a note book handy. The worst that can happen is that you forget where you put your notebook.
just this morning i was hoping someone would create a post that combined applicator-less (i prepended that phrase) tampons and cottage cheese. unfortunately, i didn’t want any mention of avocados. avocados with tampons is wrong.
so you *almost* won the star prize. instead? failure.
DivaCup all the way :) No applicator, *and* no string! (and also, no trash).
Hee hee, I do that too. Now I have a note book near my bed, but I still do it a little. And I also keep forgetting to say it looks so blumming cool and pretty here, and your eyes look amazing. Mwah.