Ok so i'm sure anyone who is reading this (IF anyone reads this?) has done this.
I go to the Dollar Store with H - tell him we are on the lookout for HPT's. He asks why, I explain to him that they are MAD expensive at a normal store, chuckle a little bit at his cluelessness, and then proceed down the aisle with health & beauty products.
I finally find the tests - yes! they are in stock. woo! OK let's see how many I can grab here without looking shady. Excuse me JR, can you please move out of the way so I can reach over you and grab as many of these as I can? THANKS.
H has at this point, wandered off in the store because he was starting to get uncomfortable standing in the aisle with all the vagina-related materials.
I meet him in the front of the store, at which point he sees me holding 10+ boxes of HPT's. MORTIFIED he then decides to pick up a random tool or something that he "needs". I think this was a desperate attempt to distract the cashier from realizing that I was cleaning them out of their supply of pee-sticks.
It was an amusing adventure. Hopefully I won't go through these 10+ tests and will not have to go back soon. (for H's sake)
This isn't Juno. I'm not 16. I'm a married woman and I could give a damn if I buy 20 HPT's at the $ store, or any for that matter. I just want to get one that says positive :)
I go to the Dollar Store with H - tell him we are on the lookout for HPT's. He asks why, I explain to him that they are MAD expensive at a normal store, chuckle a little bit at his cluelessness, and then proceed down the aisle with health & beauty products.
I finally find the tests - yes! they are in stock. woo! OK let's see how many I can grab here without looking shady. Excuse me JR, can you please move out of the way so I can reach over you and grab as many of these as I can? THANKS.
H has at this point, wandered off in the store because he was starting to get uncomfortable standing in the aisle with all the vagina-related materials.
I meet him in the front of the store, at which point he sees me holding 10+ boxes of HPT's. MORTIFIED he then decides to pick up a random tool or something that he "needs". I think this was a desperate attempt to distract the cashier from realizing that I was cleaning them out of their supply of pee-sticks.
It was an amusing adventure. Hopefully I won't go through these 10+ tests and will not have to go back soon. (for H's sake)
This isn't Juno. I'm not 16. I'm a married woman and I could give a damn if I buy 20 HPT's at the $ store, or any for that matter. I just want to get one that says positive :)
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