Forget Dressing Like Your Friends--Simultaneous Menstruating is the New Thing

So I went out with a friend and some of her friends from work (mental note: next time you decide to go out on a whim, make sure it's not with two cosmetologists, a nail artist and an interior design stylist...). I hedged between going and not going because I wasn't quite up to my normal state--feeling bloated, not quite "with it" and all that. In the end I decided to go, and it's just as well I did. As it turns out, out of five people three were on their period and the remaining two had theirs coming. Now it makes perfect sense that women who not only are friends but who also work together would be 'in sync' when in comes to this, but I just found it a very odd coincidence that I'd be on mine too, seeing as I only know one of them and we don't hang out much these days.

But yeah. Ditch calling your friends and color-coordinating, simultaneous menstruation is the new black! Nothing says tightly-knit-group like synchronized cramping.

Anyway, I had a great time, as we were all on the same page: good food, couple of drinks and then head home.
I was in bed by midnight. Ahhh...

As a sidenote, I have now dyed my roots and done my nails. If only I'd had the foresight... Not that it matters much, they were all great and didn't seem to be paying any attention to my horrid state (It's amazing just what an under-the-microscope feeling one can get, and a magnified one at that when it's that time of the month!), but I did curse the lack of hindsight-in-advance. Presight? No, fuck. There's even a word for it: foresight.

Speaks volumes I didn't think of that automatically, doesn't it?

My Body Has a Mind of its Own

Here's a bit of background so that this makes at least an itty bit of sense:
So, last August MrPicky went to England for two weeks. I got my period twice in a row. I figured it was due to me postponing my previous one, so I felt it made sense and that it was pretty much my own fault.

I'm not so sure anymore.

Now MrPicky leaves for England (for a few days, fortunately, especially if my theory holds true). And lo and behold, there it is. My period.

I have reached the conclusion that my body has decided that there is no point in not menstruating when MrPicky is out of the country. I do see the logic there, frighteningly enough.

For some reason I felt this urge to record this for posterity.
Now that that's out of my system, I'm going to go munch on comfort food and enjoy some comfort reading. In bed.