Tampsterdam

An email from Ubernerd to me, Zahnnie.

My Aunt Flo decided today was the day that horror was going to come to Tampsterdam. The floodgates were overwhelmed.

So, like that little boy in Tampsterdam, I stuffed my finger in (wouldn’t it be great if I were a dyke?) and stemmed the flow until I could reach the bathroom and the leak could be repaired.

Unfortunately, this has left my *favorite* pair of pants… well. Yeah. Can I do some emergency laundry tonight at your place? To remove this stain? It’s kind of embarrassing to ask Jim about using his machine…

Thanks babe. Gimme a call.