the infamous aunt flo

I knew she was coming, because my face was already celebrating the 4th of July before my eyes even set sight on a genuine firework and my tummy was giving me those weird rolling feelings... Though she goes by Aunt FLo, she's not my real aunt. Everyone calls her Aunt, but nobody would ever claim her as their relation. She knows she isn't welcome around here, and still she arrived today just as I had thought she would with her usual bad attitudes. And as always she brought with her a truckload of near-immobilizing shooting and dull pains and bad-rass bloatations and emotions that I simply cannot forgive her for. Thank God for my sister's hot tub and a pack full of the ever mighty trustworthy Maximum Strength Midol. Of course, I wasn't able to nip her in the butt because I got locked out of the house for a couple hours this afternoon... for which I suffered immense pains for over an hour before the meds kicked in. If I haven't mentioned before, I really hate Aunt Flo. She's a real pain in the rass. I really wish she would just get lost and never be found again.