I was at Rite-Aid this morning, with William and Tabitha. Basically, we were killing time, waiting until it was time to pick Gabriella up from preschool. Wandering down an aisle, William suddenly got all excited, jumped up in the cart and started pointing, saying (very loudly) "We have some of those at our house! And those, too!" What he was pointing at? Tampons and maxi-pads!
Which reminds me of a funny email I received recently:
A man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up & down the aisles. The sales girl notices him and asks him if she can help him. He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his wife. She directs him down the correct aisle.
A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and a ball of string on the counter.
Counfused, the cleark says, "Sir, I thought you were looking for some tampons for your wife?"
He answers, "You see, it's like this. Yesterday I sent my wife to the store to get me a carton of cigarettes, and she came back with a tin of tobacco and some rolling papers, cuz it's "so-ooo-ooo much cheaper." So, I figure if I have to roll my own . . . . . so does she!"
Hmmm - sounds like something MY husband would do!