One thing is standing between me and a Friday night dinner engagement…well actually 2 things: this blog post and the babysitter.
Let me sum up my state of mind in one sentence,
“I almost paid the Chick-Fil-A drive thru cashier in tampons.”
Enough said. After realizing that feminine hygiene products don’t spend well, I quickly threw the tampax on the floorboard, dug for my debit card without making eye contact and sped out of the line. I am tired, people. Very tired.