"I’m 26 years old and I still loathe buying tampons. You’d think that was something I would have grown out of- but, no.
I wonder why, too? I mean- I realize it’s no big deal. I must admit, though, I really love when you go for me.”
“Yeah- but I don’t.”
“I know- but like I said, I hate it. When you go people know you’re just being a wonderful husband. They know they’re not for you. When I go, however, it is very, very clear that those super duper sized tampons are for me. Ha- or it could also be the gallon of ice cream I buy with them. That probably gives it away too. I mean- it’s this whole thing! Do you get a cart for the tampons, or do you tromp around the whole Wal-mart holding them discretely by your side while you casually walk to the entire other side of the store for the ice cream? Do you-”
(cutting me off)
“Brittny- lately it seems like anytime you talk about things or tell me stories it’s like you’re blogging.”
“Nooo. You’re crazy. I just like to drone on about things.”
And then I hopped out of the truck and began my tampon/cookie dough mission (thinking all the while about telling you guys about standing in front of the cookie dough section holding a jumbo sized box of tampons).
Um- between you and me? After assessing the most recent stories I’ve told Will this week? Yeah, he’s right. I totally talk in blog.
Hahaha!
That’s hilarous.
I totally “plan” my posts. Kinda like, “wouldn’t it be cool if some guy got arrested on transit today - then I could POST about it”.