My CVS Bag

Just this morning, hubby was making fun of my toiletry bag that I brought on vacation because it was full of stuff that he apparently thought I didn't need. He called it my CVS bag. Oddly enough, it honestly did not have much stuff that I haven't already used. And, honestly, I should probably be bringing more to prepare for toddler accidents.

So, this evening, when he arrived back from his evening excursion geocaching (his new found hobby), I believe he was thankful that I brought my CVS bag with me.

He had literally punched holes into his stomach in his attempt to climb a fence to reach his treasure. I'll be sending his boss the hospital bill later (if a hospital visit is warranted)! Why? Because we have his boss to think for this new found hobby. LOL!

I played "mom" to hubby and cleaned his wounds with hydrogen peroxide. He whined more than Annabelle does when I clean her wounds with hydrogen peroxide. Now I know where she gets it! Does anyone else think that hydrogen peroxide hurts?

And, honestly, I should have been the one whining! That wound looked nasty, no joke! Hubby's description of it described it best, but I won't gross you out like he did me.

Here is a picture of hubby and one of his new found treasures today. Annabelle joined in on the fun when she realized there were treasures for her too. Hubby wouldn't let her take the Hot Wheel she liked and wanted to play with. Instead, he opted for a string of red Mardi Gras looking beads.

This picture was taken on May 6th, 2009 at 11:01 a.m. at the Orange Hall House Museum in St. Marys, Georgia where hubby found his treasure under the stairs.