Holy Cow! How old am I?

My trip to the street in order to retrieve my mail the other day turned into a "SAY WHAT" moment.

I pulled this flat box approximately 7"x11" out and wondered what fun thing I had been gifted in the mail. My excitement turned to curiosity and then to puzzlement with these catchy phrases on the box such as:

"Snooze through your night."

"Move through your day..."

"Move freely."

And then it hit me...DEPENDS!

How did I get into this demographic? I am not that old, am I?! And then came the laughter. I couldn't stop. I had been mislabeled! I began to think of the surveys I did and wondered if I had possible listed my age incorrectly and then I saw who the box was from.

My local pharmacy. Hmmmmm! Maybe they just...didn't...know....me...?!

I arrived at my presidency meeting with the box in hand and had a good laugh with the other women. After all, something like this must be shared. I told everyone...that is if they were a woman. I did tell Mr. Finn because that wouldn't have been fair to have something that funny around and not share it.

AND THEN...I opened the box. My fun was over! I had mislabeled the contents of this box. It was feminine hygiene for a woman my age.

BUMMER! It was so much fun the other way.