I know what you’re thinking: HOW DARE YOU, MARIE! How dare you leave us in period-induced hunger for the past calendar year?! I thought we wuz brovaries! My sisters, I apologize from the bottom of my uterus. After I came back from eating through Europe last summer, I was promoted at my work, then I got married to my Canadian boo (whose vows to me were lyrics from my fave tune “Tenderoni,” btw), and other wild, wild, wild life tings.…
Welcome, welcome, my menstruating wizardesses. A few things first. I’ve heard some news that Pantone’s most recent choice for “Color of the Year,” marsala, resembles period blood. If that’s the case, I’m hoping this trend continues in the future and we get “Maxi Pad White” and “Tampax Box Blue.” Aside from that, I’ve been jotting down all of my fantasy tangibles on my Chrismukkah wishlist. I’d like one of those all-over print pizza onesies, but one made out of the…