Nice Guy vs. Crazy Crotch Lady

A few quick notes:

Picked up the bow for John’s Christmas present today.

To the woman who saw me “trying it on,” I am sorry you had to see that.  Also, I am sorry your kids saw that, too, because I am sure they asked you, “Why was that lady holding a bow up to her privates?”  And it’s not like you needed ONE MORE question to answer from the kids.

To the man who ran all the way from the register to where my quick walkin’ booty had gotten by then, thank you SO MUCH for bringing me the two bags of groceries that I paid for and almost completely lost.  You reminded me that there are still nice people in the world.  Rock on, Mr. Running With Bags Man. I love you.

That is all.

Then you put your junk in that box.

The current budget
here at the Carroll houshold
may result in this.

Suppose my version
will have to be something like
Cooch under a bow?

[Edited: Um, about the suggestions on putting my 'box in a box.'  I'm wondering how you put something concave into a box? *scratches head*  If you can do that, I'm scared of your vagina, yo.  I'm stickin' with the bow, ya'll.]

PS: A belated thanks to Bill Gathen for reminding me of this video last night.  Yes, Bill, you are the inspiration, the meaning, in my life. *chuckle*