21 Bum Salute!!!

My cycle is now every 21 days instead of 28. Trudi is the name I give my period.  The mood before Trudi arrives is unbearable. I cannot believe that Ben has not divorced me. I turn into a monster, hating everybody in my sight and I get quite a few "red mist" moments as well has being tearful and having a complete sense of humour failure. I apologise now to anyone who stands in my way on a day like this. In future, please give a wide berth!

A friend of mine is due to go into hospital for a perimenopausal procedure. This is something to do with the shedding of the lining of the womb.  We had the conversation about her needing to buy a new dressing gown so that her modesty is protected in a mixed ward. This reminded me of when I was 19 and had my tonsils out. My dressing gown barely covered my arse and I had no slippers.  I got a proper telling off from my nurses. My friend is a right milf and was insisting on getting a new gown that covered her backside, but would still fall a fair bit above the knee. I reckon some old man will get the shock of his life and have a heart attack at the excitement of seeing her lovely pins!!

Oh to be 21!  As I celebrate 10 years of marriage this year. Yes really, my little cutie of a bridesmaid will be turning 21.  I may get an invite to the party so I can dance with her Mum and we can try our best not to show her up in front of her cool friends.  At a previous party with her Mum, I was 8 months pregnant and the whole room was scared that my waters would break as we boogied on down to the Rowing Boat Dance. This did not happen, but if you looked closely enough you could see the baby's head. When I was 21 I  had spent the summer travelling throughout Europe and had invited every hot man that I met along the way and most of them actually turned up!! I think I had about 30 girls at my party and 300 men, who did not look as foxy as I had remembered with my beer goggles on during my inter-rail adventures!