I was just in the shower when a thought came to me whilst I brushing my teeth (waiting for conditioner gets boring + saves time), that we are the new generation of ladies.
It's time for men to face the fact that yes, if it's cold outside I probably wont shave my legs for a week, I will fart in the middle of a romantic film, I'll probably have spinach in my teeth at the end of a lovely meal out and after this, when we go to have sex, my washboard belly (I wish) will be gone and in replacement of it will be a food baby, also if my feet are cold I will wear fluffy socks during those intimate times and if we go for a lovely picnic or summer walk it's almost highly very very likely that I will trip or fall.
You will also notice that I'll eat left over food from the pan or cake mix from the bowl and if I ever have to unexpectedly run upstairs after a statement that I feel queasy, I probably do have the *shits*.
You will also have to deal with our 'lady leaks' when we are on our 'lady time' and you will probably have to hand us a purple, yellow or green tampon when we shout from the bathroom that we have ran out and if any lumps or bumps appear on our bodies then we will probably ask you to look at them before we head to the GP.
I think it's time to announce that we are the new ladies
Welcome to a generation!
Little English
No comments:
Post a Comment