Why do men always need a reason or have a question when you ask them to do something?
I have to go to Wal-Mart.
Well, what the hell difference does it make?
Like he is going to determine in his mind whether or not it’s really a necessary trip based on what I have to buy.
I need tampons.
Are you sure? Can’t that wait?
I need saran wrap, milk and cupcake tin liners.
Why? Are you going to make cupcakes tonight?
No, but I need them.
I ran out of oatmeal honey facial cleanser.
Can’t you just use soap?
No, I can’t just use soap. You use soap. I need my cleanser.
I’m sure if he asked me what I needed and I responded with, “condoms”, we’d be in the car, careening around turns to get to the store AND back as fast as humanly possible.