My husband went to the supermarket

up on the couch watching something neither of us is really paying attention to, he suddenly says, “You know, I Googled it first.”

“Googled what?”

“The pads. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t buying, like, postpartum ones or something with wings so big they’d take flight. But then I remembered the drawer.”

I chuckle, resting my head on his shoulder. “That’s continue reading …