Day 13 - Really?

Brace yourself for this one folks.

Now that the blog is up and running I got nervous that maybe this stuff was just first timer nerves. Maybe my roommate was also new to this "sharing a bathroom" conundrum that we were forced into. I was even starting to feel bad, you know? I mean she's a nice, sweet girl, maybe she's just not use to me yet either.

But then...
...this morning happened.

So my roommate has to get to work by 9:30 and her job is uptown and all the way on the east side, so she ha to be up and out much earlier than me (I have to be in at 10am and I literally live 3 stops away from work). So I don't usually wake up until she's already left for work (She leaves at 8:30, I wake up at 8:30).

So, as most everyone in the world, I start my day by walking into the bathroom, noting anything that seems out of place or exhibits the...uhh...behavior.

There were some minor things, but nothing too out of the ordinary.

I did notice a used tissue on the sink. That's what I was originally going to write about. I mean I don't think anyone should be leaving their used "booger-wipes" anywhere but the garbage. But then I got nervous that it could be mine, so I grabbed some toilet paper and picked it up and threw it away. I don't think it was mine, but I mean I still wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, because I guess it could of been.

I also noticed that my make-up dust from my bronzer had made it's way onto the sink, and I started thinking that maybe I was just as bad with this whole bathroom sharing thing as she wa---

AND THAT'S WHEN I SAW IT.

I hadn't seen it at first because my attention wasn't focused on the floor of the bathroom until I saw where my make-up had ended up. As I was looking down I saw it on the floor right next to the bottom of the toilet. It wasn't even pushed to the side or in the back to attempt to hide it. It was just there. Right out in the open, for anyone and everyone to see...
...wrapped in a wad of toilet paper...
...the size... ...the wrap job... ...it was obvious what it was...

AND I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT.

Yes ladies, it is exactly what you are thinking it was.
Men if you're confused ask the women in your life about it.

Some call it a gift. Some call it a dot. Teresa from the Real Housewives of New Jersey calls it "Time of the month"

I call it my Day 13 terror.

Now understand it wasn't you know...that bad. It was wrapped up and everything, but I mean COME ON. WHO JUST LEAVES THAT OUT THERE?

And I was scared I wouldn't have anything else to write about...