A while back a company that makes a sexual arousal pill for women called Zestra contacted me to see if they could send me some Zestra so I could try it and blog about it. For your information, Chris Jenner (mom-of-the-year of the Kardashian clan) is their spokesperson, and frankly I’m about as far removed from her as anything. As you may know, I am a Prude with a capital P and much to my husband’s chagrin I told them I wouldn’t be taking it (because I don’t “take” anything) but could give it to one of my friends, or one of my readers, and then blog about their reaction to it.
So they sent a few samples to my house. Maybe more than a few sampless. Only the shipment never came (pardon that pun) and I forgot about it.
The folks at Zestra contacted me to see if I had received my stuff and I told them I hadn’t gotten it – did they send it to the right address?
They told me the house number they sent it to and…oh, shit…
It went to my neighbor’s house! With my big fat name across the big old shipment of Zestra SEX PILLS!!!! It’s like, VIAGRA for women!
I am dying here! My husband is rolling on the floor laughing about this. He thinks it’s hilarious that the neighbors haven’t returned the package, and that they probably think I’m some kind of sex addict! He thinks our neighbor is possibly mainlining the Zestra, and it must be pretty darn good if they haven’t even bothered to bring it by our house! Ha!
Still, oh my God, I’m so embarrassed.