Thursday, January 25, 2007
That's My Boy
Michael and I went to Target yesterday for the usual list of needed things around the house:

*Foot powder for my stanky feet
*Lotion for my chafed legs

So, we came across the aisle labeled "Feminine Hygiene**" which is code for "All that Shit You Need for Your Genitalia". And Michael stops.

"Look, honey! Magnum condoms! I'm gonna get some!" (He's yelling this, of course.)
"Shhh," I say as I blush fushia.
"Oooooo," Michael says, "Look at this whole line of KY stuff! Warming...sensitive...massage oils...different flavors...hey, I bet that's edible!"
A woman who looked like she was suffering from a yeast infection veered away from us in a huff.
And then, he practically screams, "HOLY SHIT, WE GOTTA GET SOME OF THAT!"

As if I didn't have enough of a complex.
**Why's it gotta be called feminine hygiene? Like having a period makes me dirty?

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