Women know EVERYTHING!

Last weekend, my Mom and I were discussing periods.  You know, in that mother/daughter bonding/commiserative sort of way.  We waxed nostalgic about the days we started – she, the first day of high school… I, the evening after I’d been sexually molested by adolescent youths from my mixed softball team…  Mom then recounted, in minute detail, the weekend that she had her last ever period…  where they were, the drive up the mountain to the cabin… My Dad looked at us like we were idiot savants.

“How is is that you can remember the exact day that this happens?  How is that possible?”

“Dad, if you were bleeding out of your penis… you’d remember when it happened.”