Feminine Hygiene

The husband and I had lunch at the grocery store today. I know that sounds weird, but Reasor's is our go-to spot when we can't agree on anything else, so we usually eat there around 3 times a week. Anyway, it worked out perfectly that we ate there today since I needed to pick up some feminine products...that way we could actually kill two birds with one stone.

Here is the conversation between the husband and I that ensued from the Tampon aisle....

him: Are you scared to buy tampons?

me: No. I'm 31 years old.

him: Well, do not get that (generic) brand. They might make you sick.

me: K. Fine. I'll get the expensive ones.

him: K. Let's go.

me: No, hang on. I'm not done yet.

him: What? You need maxi pads too? I thought only 80-year-olds wear maxi pads.

me: No. These are panty liners.

him: What are they for?

me: Protection.

him: Oh for overflow?

me: Sure.

him: Do you need a plastic shoe-box to keep all of these in? (I gave him a look). Are you gonna put some of your new tampons and maxi pads in your purse?

me: Probably, but they're not maxi pads. (I opened the box to show him how thin they are).

me: You can't say that's "maxi" anything.

him: Flat screen tvs are getting thinner and thinner too aren't they?

I'm not sure I understand the logic there, but I always think it's funny to hear guys talk about "that time of the month."

Hope you had a great weekend, everyone!