I didn’t notice it until last week. And considering it has been a few months since I last hiked, it’s probably been stuck to the bottom of my purse for quite a while.
Work. School. Church. Restaurants. Stores. I’ve carried it everywhere. And no one said a THING. In looking at a picture of it, I can only guess why.
Sanitary napkin? Actually, no. It’s a Toasty Toe. As a result of my wacked out thyroid levels, my toes get cold during winter hikes. So my hiking buddy always provides me with a nice fresh set of Toasty Toes. I love my hiking buddy!
When I realized there was something stuck to my purse and turned it over, my first thought was “MAXI PAD! I have been carrying my purse everywhere with a maxi pad stuck to the bottom of it! And no-one-said-a-word!”
How many heads have I turned in the past few months? “Pstt! Look! She has a feminine product stuck on her purse!”
Please, Mr. and Mrs. General Q. Public. If I have a sanitary napkin stuck to my purse, please tell me. If I have spinach in my tooth, please tell me. A bat in the belfry? Hand me a tissue. Please save me from myself. I’m just sayin’!
