Yeah, I've said before that the only time two grown adults can use the terms "panties" or "down there" is during a consensual age-play scenario behind closed doors, if that floats their respective boats.

Yeah, it's disgusting. It reminds me of a caterpillar that smells like smegma.

My parents called it puberty, but my grandmother called it the change. Then again, she came from a strict Croatian household where menstruation was considered dirty. She literally buried her dirty rags in the backyard so her mother wouldn't find out.

To be fair, puberty is a disgusting word. It is just not aurally pleasing. Still, its better than "the change" which can be confusing since it describes both menopause and puberty.

My older brother's friends told me when I was young (I think they were like 10ish and I was around 4) that I couldn't play baseball with them because I didn't have a penis. I remember very loudly yelling "I WISH I HAD A PENIS!"

I know! I watching some Science Show with my kid and they said that Pluto isn't a planet. My heart broke a little.

That is really good. It sounds like you raised an amazing kid.

My parents (who are usually conservative) insisted that we learn to say penis, vagina, urethra, etc. in case we ever got hurt or abused or whatever. I cannot tolerate the amount of grown-ass people I know who use terms like "down there" or "coochie". If you are not mature enough to say the actual words for anatomical…

Good observation! I am confused why only one set is white, though.
Usually the whites are placebos.

I like him with a 5 o'clock shadow (I have a thing for cleft chins and a little scruff), but not a fan of the goatee thing he tried to rock.

Are we allowed to call for his defenestration? I am in the mood for a good defenestration.

Haha, I feel the same way. My husband grows a beard in the winter, and scratching his beard is like the most comforting feeling in the world.

I don't know, he just has such nice cheekbones and the beard swallows his face.

I really had a hard time telling them apart.

Semi-Professional Opinion on Celebrity Beards:

They look so fun!

I really am. I am fifty-odd years away from being the lady that writes rave reviews about her trip to Olive Garden on Yelp.

The saint that lends to my confirmation name is the patron saint of chaste women, firemen, and redheads.

I love when people bring weird animals to the blessing of the animals! My favorite is the person who brought a bird and all of the cats were just fixated on it for the entire thing. That bird needed all the blessings it could get.

I don't have rugs, but I do vacuum - what does that make me?