The last time my husband went to the store (he’s in training to be a better househusband and is doing a fabulous job) he bought the cheap brand of cotton swabs.

Can you say UNACCEPTABLE?

We’ve all been complaining about how much they suck and how we really need to get to the store to get the name brand. There’s a certain crankiness in the air at my house and I do believe it all stems from having ears that aren’t properly cleaned.

Ear cleaning is an event at our house. Hell, it’s an event when we’re away from our house. Why is it that every time we go on vacation or to my dad’s house for a visit there is an uncontrollable urge to clean our ears? I feel like a crack addict when this happens and I get all jittery and start trying to find a Q-tip immediately. Hence, we’ve learned to take them with us.

Recently, Ken bought The Good Stuff and came downstairs where I was reading my homework and just thrust 2 Q-Tips at me. Thinking they were the crappy kind I just looked at him and raised my eyebrows.

“What?” I asked annoyed.

“Here. I bought the real ones. Need any?”

Perhaps I didn’t have to throw the book across the room, but there was some force involved as I grabbed greedily for the Good Stuff and cleaned my ears (whether they needed it or not) and began to moan and sigh.

“Hmmmmmm…..ooooohhhhhhh…..aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. YES.”

He was walking away but came back to watch this spectacle I was making of myself.

“No, no. Keep walking, Ken. I’d like to be alone for a while.”