Time Of The Month
I experience my horrific monthly maintenance caning, in the hope that a delightful reward will ensue
It was the first Saturday of the month, a day that my wife, Amanda, refers to as "my time of the month." Amanda, of course, also has "her time of the month," but the expression has a different meaning for her than it does for me. However, it amuses Amanda to pretend we both have to suffer about once a month, albeit in different ways, and usually at different times. I looked at my watch and it was precisely 3:30 PM, meanin...