“Barry,” my cousin Mike said, “I think it’s time.” It was clear that my brother didn’t feel the same way, but he only shrugged, which Mike took as agreement. “Dave,” he said, giving the words as much gravity as he could muster, “Go get the dictionary.” I was nine years old, and a tag-along. I’d walked in on my brother telling a story about how—during school that morning—a girl he knew got her period in the middle of French class. And I laughed like the dickens. And then they called me on it. After I’d lugged the dictionary down from the spare room, Mike told me to look up the word period and read out the definition. “The end of a cycle, a series of events, or a single action?” “Keep going,” he said. “The full pause with which a sentence closes?” “Not that.” “An interval of geologic—“ “Gimme that!” He yanked the book towards him, read down the page, and pointed me towards the definition he’d found. Menstruation: the monthly discharge of blood from the uterus of nonpregnant women from pu...
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My first resolution for me is to start running so you don't leave me too far behind when you smoke me in the half marathon in 2007.
SELF-BURN!
I'm tired of those people, so they're getting the axe.
That's kinda illegal. I only say kinda because you guys have Texas. That place has it's own laws.
Thank god the Dixie Chicks are all packin'.
But, no, not literally. Although, if they keep messing with me, I'll make no promises.
;-)
The world doesn't need an angry Courtney.
:)
Incidentally, my word verification for this entry was yrcek, which is the sound people make when Courtney strangles them.