What's worse than getting a small shmear of Icy Hot in your bicycle pants?

A few years ago, I opined on places NOT to put Icy Hot, after a small shmear applied to my upper thigh migrated to my nether region, an area rather imprecisely identified on its label as a no-no spot under the nunca category of “mucous membranes.”
Fast forward to now, when I was trying to outline Earth to Emily (Emily #2) well enough that I could start writing it. I offer you the completely unedited account via text exchange between my husband and myself of how I learned of yet another poorly labeled product that you should keep far, far away from your hoochie. {You’re welcome.}
Me, to Eric:
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mineral soak
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^^But I suspect she left it there for me as a trap!
MENTHOL mineral soak
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My husband’s response, upon his return from a meeting to find my text string? Are you OK? I’m so sorry? No, neither. It was:
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At least he’s got a good sense of humor.
That’s all I’ve got.

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  1. But he’s RIGHT! That is so freaking hilarious! Thank you, thank you, thank you for the warning – THANK YOU. I am like you, I wouldn’t have thought anything about it since you can use Epsom salts – but MENTHOL? YIKES. I can’t even imagine. And now I don’t have to because I have your story!! I always squirt in some dish washing liquid (Joy Lemon, Gain Apple) when I’m desperate for bubbles and there are none in the house!

  2. This is just so funny, I wish I was there for it. One of the MANY things that stinks about all the traveling ugh.
    Awesome blog though, love love it.

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