Marching Orders

I went to see Dr-Girl-Child today. She is adorable, sweet, and lovely-as well as the epitome of stylish & trendy youthfulness. But, man, is she ever ruthless about good health. Don’t be fooled by the well-turned, stacked heel. Not taking your Omega 3’s??? Don’t Even get her started… I don’t even have the courage to tell her I’ve never even heard of flaxseed oil… So after casually discussing my last few periods with her, sweet Dr-Girl-Child morphes into a hardened Three Star General. Dr-Girl-Child is Not Having It! She’s taking no prisoners, and my periods are DONE FOR. Turns out there's a pill for this.... Mr B will be thrilled to hear his. So I did what any good soldier would do-I bobbed my head continuously in agreement, repeated my “yes ma’am’s,” and got my marching orders in hand…Now I just gotta find that d*mned flaxseed oil!

PS Hopefully I will be waving the red flag of “Freedom” soon!!!