We just went to our local drugstore to purchase dandruff shampoo, vagisil, nicotine patches, and a plunger for the toilet I clogged last night. Just another super sexy day in our glamor-filled lives.

As we were leaving the store, the Southerner commented that we probably rank in the top 5 grossest couple-purchases that poor cashier has ever had to ring up.  At least, I refrained from my initial desire to go up to the counter with our items, turn to the Southerner and say, “Now honey, I’ll unclog my crotch if you unclog the toilet!”