You never know what Momma will bring home from Wal-Mart.  She makes a little journey almost every day.  It's her and Roxie's outing so it's a required event most days.  Who needs out more, I really can't say.

I had a small assignment for Momma.  Having had weight loss surgery, a have a few thousand skin folds hanging about my body.  From time to time, these folds will need some, um, special attention because fungi like to breed like Baptists in the dark, warm areas.  I know what you're thinking.  Too much information.  Oh, honey, we haven't started.

Anyway, I gave Momma the assignment to fetch something from the Wal-Mart that would take care of the problem and really didn't think another thing about it.  I assumed some Tinactin would appear and take care of it.  I almost missed the completely innocent looking blue tube when I used the lavatory later that day.

As usual, Momma had deposited requested items in logical places.  Toothpaste, check.  Soap, check.  Razors, check.  Vaginal cream, che....what the hell?  I reread the bottle.  MONISTAT.  Oh, lord, Momma had bought hoo hoo ointment.  I knew she'd always wanted a daughter.  Had we had some great confusion?  After all, her mind is aging?  Perhaps, she had thought the boys in and out of my life didn't mean I was gay, but rather a troop of suitors for her daughter.

MONISTAT.  The little blue tube screamed at me.  My, my.  Hoo hoo cream.  Now what was I supposed to put that on.

As a man, I'm delightfully free of anything resembling a vagina.  I mean, I'm sure they are perfectly lovely things to own.  At least most of the time.  After all, the very existence of MONISTAT bespoke the little problems one can have in owning a hoo hoo.  However, of all the problems I would have in my life, what to do with vagina cream was not one I had been expecting.  Being at heart, a big dumb male, a decided to pick the box up at arm's length.  "Um, Momma," the images being conjured up were not pleasant, "I believe you left one of your personal items in my bathroom."

Then, just as sweet as Southern sun came Momma's reply, "No, honey, that's for you."  I waited for more information to come forth.  Surely, some nugget of wisdom.  But, that was all Momma had to say on the subject.

Now, having been a nurse for 20 years, Momma knew antifungal was antifungal was antifungal.  Being a man for 40 years, I  knew a truth, too.  MONISTAT was for hoo-hoos.  Not for, well, for male anatomy.

I followed Momma into the next room.  "Momma, I don't know how to break this to you, but I haven't a hoo hoo on me and you see this is MONISTAT . "  She replied, "It's antfungal.  Just put it on your area you're having problems with."

So, here I am with hoo hoo cream under my arm.  Yes, 40 years of proud masculinity and I'm wearing vagina cure ointment.  And the sad thing, it's working.

Damn it, Momma really is never wrong.  Even when it comes to pussy cream.