That magazine wants to publish my letter. Good. I had a good point. But I asked them to edit out the curses.
I’m glad I’m not a straight chick because this birth control business makes me cranky. God forbid you forget your lunch upstairs when we go down for recess. Heaven help you if you put a colored pencil into my electric sharpener. I didn’t yell, but I was very snippy. Tread lightly little children. Tread lightly.