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Hey Mom! So I thought long and hard about whether this is appropriate to post. Now, I know what you're thinking: Mack, you posted about dropping your menstrual cup in the toilet. What could possibly more inappropriate? Excellent question! I laughed during a Remembrance Day ceremony this year. Now, you're probably horrified (as you should be)... please allow me to explain: A local government official got up to speak and after they were finished they announced that their family had prepared a song that they would like to dedicate to the soldiers. So they start singing an a cappella version of 'You Raise Me Up'. At this point, it was not funny and no one was laughing. Now I consider myself to be a relatively tone-deaf person, so when I say it was off-key, it was off key. As you may or may not know, that song is not a short song.  At this point, it was not funny and no one was laughing.  It's snowing, the high school band kids have no mittens and Josh Groban is

Hey Mom! So the scariest thing this Halloween was surprisingly not the haunted houses, costumes or terrifying movies. I actually traumatized myself this year. Now Mom, I know this blog is generally directed at you but you might actually want to skip this one. Ok... you had your chance! I DROPPED MY MENSTRUAL CUP IN THE TOILET! This is a menstrual cup. It was red when I bought it. Calm down. Now I know what you're thinking Mack, seriously?!? Period talk? Gross. YES IT IS! YOU HAVEN'T LET ME FINISH TELLING MY STORY,  LYLE! So anyway, I drop the cup into the toilet. At this point, I have resigned myself to the fact that this cup is garbage now. No amount of sanitization will restore my peace of mind. So I decide to try to use the toilet brush to scoop it out. IT ROLLS BACKWARD. So now I can't see it. It's gone. I repeat: THE RED OCTOBER IS MIA! I am not going to lie to you, I stood there for 10 solid minutes seriously considering whether to flush it d