Saturday night we went to dinner.
Cheesecake Factory = 1.5 hour wait.
No thanks.
Gustav's = no parking with spillover into the garage next door.
No thanks.
So, we went to Mazatlan instead. Yummy Mexican that you just can't go wrong with in a nice quiet atmosphere...
Toward the end of the meal, Hubby starts noticing big splotchy red places on his arms and neck. They were hot and itchy. I've suffered through similar allergic reactions - to what is anyone's guess - and his looked the same.
Hubby: What did Dr. D tell you to do about this?
Me: Nothing but Benadryl.
Hubby: But didn't she prescribe something?
Me: Oh that's right. What WAS that stuff? I never took it because it made me sleepy and she told me to only take it at night, but the breakout happened during the day. What did I do with it?
Hubby: But didn't she prescribe you a cream?
Me: I don't think so.
Hubby: Didn't she prescribe you Vagisil?
....and this is when we had our discussion about Vagisil and its use, which does not include treatment of skin irritation and that I am not in possession of said cream.
We also discussed how we will avoid asking this question in such a loud voice in a restaurant in the future.
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4 comments:
OMG! Hill-arious! Boys are stupid!
Those randomly funny conversations are the best! They are so freakin clueless sometimes... ha.
That is hilarious! Hubs are so clueless about women things. Even after giving birth to two children, Hubby has no ideas the goings on down there.
Thanks for the shout out!!!!! Woo-hoo!!!
OH NO OH NO!!! That is too freaking funny!
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