but i don’t feel like a diva…

In the car with my boyfriend, brother, and mom.
Me: Yeah, so I have to buy one of those diva cup things, just because I’m pretty sure it will be really annoying to have to use tampons over there.
Mom: oh…
Boyfriend: (nothing to say)
Brother: Hm… a diva cup. I’ve heard of those. Where have I heard of those? Diva cup… div-OH! Karen has a friend who uses that, and then she fertilizes her garden with what it catches.
The car literally erupts with EWWWS and GROSSSS!

Practical? Yes. TMI? Totally. As much as I envy her resourcefulness, don’t think for a second I wouldn’t hesitate accepting a cucumber from this biatch.