I’m cleaning out an old piece of carry-on luggage that I still somewhat inexplicably use to store all my meds. The curious may ask, how old is old? Well, I just found a packet of contact lens disinfecting tablets. I haven’t worn contacts since 1999.
Though poor Sophie heard the crinkling of plastic packaging and instantly concluded that I had cat treats. I showed her the item in question and explained that condoms aren’t actually edible—at least the effective ones aren’t—but now she seems to think that I’m holding out on her. Hopefully playing with an old pair of earbuds will sufficiently distract tha babyG from my supposed heartless parsimony.