I needed to run to the drug store to pick up a prescription and a few odds and ends. I grab my keys and inform my husband I was heading out for a little while. He says "Let me go. I need to get out of the house." (Translation: You are crazy if you think you're leaving me alone with the girls). I hand him the list of necessities and go about my day.
About half an hour later my husband arrives and hands me a few plastic bags. I walk into my bathroom and begin to put them away: Chewable Advil for the girls, cough syrup, my Rx. I open up the other bag and discover these:
It took me a moment to realize that I was holding a giant package of pads for incontinence. I had needed pantiliners. I burst into guffaws and bring them to my husband.
"What?" he says, obviously not pleased about the fact that he had to peruse the women's supplies aisle of Walgreens.
I am still laughing my ass off. I finally calm down enough to tell him what he bought.
"For Fuck's sake, Tracy. How the hell am I supposed to know? I was wondering why they were so expensive."
I'm guessing I'll get a free pass next time I need to go to the drug store. I decided to keep them for the next time I go on the trampoline. Thank God I didn't ask him to buy tampons. I can only imagine what would have come home.
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