I am really thankful to have a husband who helps with the housework. Apparently, that is pretty unusual (if The Nest is any indication anyway). It's not unusual for me. My husband does laundry. He vacuums the floors. He cooks. He straightens up.
It's really nice.
So the other day I was at the market and I had a coupon for tampons. Girls need tampons. So even though I didn't need them THAT DAY, I went ahead and bought them. It turned out that the best value was the SUPER AMAZING MEGA-LARGE LOOK-AT-ME-I'M-BUYING-SANITARY-PROTECTION package.
Of which, I bought two.
I brought them home, set the bag down, and forgot about them.
Until today when I went into the bedroom to hang up some laundry? And I kind of thought to myself, "It's dark in here"? So I went and opened up the curtains in the bedroom to let a little light in and what did I see?
Yep. That's my tampons. On top of my scrapbooking supplies.
I didn't even ask him why. I didn't say, "Jason? Are you under the mistaken impression that I make tampon crafts?" I just left them there.
Because, frankly? He probably has a reason that made complete sense in his head. And I'm not sure I'm old enough to handle it.
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