Butterfingers

With a wife and three daughters, I have been asked occasionally to go to the store to pick up some items that may not be - well, obviously are not, for me.

Some manly men friends tell me they would never pick these items up at the store for anybody, for any reason. I don't believe them. These are the same guys who embellish the size of the fish that got away, the gas mileage of their pickup with the monstrous mud tires and big V-8 motor, the deal they got on their riding lawn mower, and claim they never read the instructions because they don't need to. Right.

My first mission for such products...