Saturday Mornings and Female STUFF

Saturday morning at Butler Manor
Taylor woke up and discovered what I was doing.


Mary Margaret did not wake up until the flash went off, she jumped up and started yelling, what the heck is going on? Kaye Kaye Kaye, (I'm standing right in front of her, what dear?" She sees the camera and becomes very serious...What.are.you.going.to.do? You'll see...
This post has been in the back of my head for awhile now and I keep forgetting it. Vintage 30 reminded me with her post about tampons. Oh, come on, don't groan, this is going to be fun.

You all know that I cleaned YARM13YOL's room this week. YES, SHE WILL MOST CERTAINLY DIE FROM EMBARRASSMENT, Thats what I'm here for. I found in her room in the most odd little hiding places an assortment of pads that made me think...what the heck? I found them in drawers, the toy box, in her desk, in bill folds, under the bed, in a jewelry box, in the closet, behind the TV, I know, what? Oh, and a make-up bag with about 20 tampons in it with her Bible...what the heck...

Before she started, I sent off for all kinds of freebies here's she was so embarrassed to get this STUFF in the mail. This is what I found...

I did not take a picture of all of them, just one of each kind.

The other little story that comes to mind is this...

Nicole if you are reading this...you know I love ya girl...
Several years ago before Jason and Nicole were married, Nicole and I were shopping in Wal-Mart in Jonesboro (thank goodness it was an out of town store) We always check out the clearance stuff first...at the end of one of the health and beauty aid isles there were clearanced tampons and spermicide...no, I'm not stopping there...

The tampons were not my brand, but I thought, for emergencies I could stash a few here and there, so I picked up a few boxes, I mean they were clearanced to something like 50 cents or a quarter. I did not need the spermicide. I look over at Nicole's basket and low and behold...that chick had filled her basket up with the tampons, pads, and spermicide...

Lets discuss what could have been going through the mind of the teenage boy that checked us out, to this day I can still remember his bugged out eyes...

• Oh my gosh, they have female products, a whole freakin basket full!!!
• Am I allowed to check this stuff out at such a young tender age?
• What the heck is all that spermicide for...are they running a brothel or just having a whole bunch of * * *?
• Are they going to wait for me to get off of work and attack me, being the stud muffin I am and all.
• How many tampons can one woman use?
• Do tampons and pads have expiration dates?
• Im sure the spermicide expires, wow, she's going to have a lot of * * * soon.
• Someone quick, wash my eyes, I can't stop imagining them with the spermicide...
• Oh my gosh, did that little kid just tell me that those tampons were for her KK's butt? (Okay, that happened on a different shopping trip, but I thought I would throw that in there to embarrass myself)

What was the purpose of this post....NONE WHATSOEVER.