Boys Are Silly

My friend sent me a picture of her son the other day. He is sitting in his carseat, looking all super cute in his poofy coat and fleecy hat, and he is holding a box of tampons. You know how little kids are; they want to put their grubby hands all over everything. I'm sure it was endlessly fascinating for him and provided a moment of peace for his mom.

Since I love my nephew and believe everyone should be forced to coo over him (See? Who needs kids of their own?), I showed the picture around at work. My spying supervisor came over and I showed the picture to him. He asked, "What's he holding?" As soon as the word tampons left my mouth, he practically hurled the phone back at me. It was a picture of a box of tampons. How goofy can you get?

Seriously though, why are (some) guys so weird about tampons? I get that tampons perform an icky (if necessary) function, but it wasn't as though I was waving a used o.b. in front of his horrified face. An unused tampon is cotton and string, end of story. It's like being grossed out by a pair of pajama pants.

Daily Dose of Crazy

I had a dream last night that I got a $73,000 tax refund. Waking up sucked.

I'm all paranoid that the base my pen pal is at got overrun by Taliban.

I've had three cups of coffee and it isn't even noon.

I parked my new Rabbit next to a coworker's Rabbit. I couldn't resist.

I don't have anything for lunch.

I choked on a Triscuit.

My recliner fell backwards last night - with me in it. And there was a witness.

I'm going to a buffet for the first time since changing my eating/exercise habits. I'm a little concerned at my control.

"You have such a pretty smile."

Please don't say it, please don't say it, please don't -

"You should smile more!"

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Why, people, why? Why should I smile more? I am not an especially physically expressive person. I don't feel the need to smile if I don't want to. It's not as though I'm walking around with a perma-frown.

And don't give me the "smiling makes you happy when you're not" line. I know, I've done it. But not smiling does not equal not-happy.

I usually say that smiling makes my face hurt. And that makes me happy.