Upon first inspection to the unsuspecting male, this might seem to be an ordinary, albeit pink, little box. But any female born circa 1980 would beg to differ. When I found my old Caboodle tucked away in a bathroom at my parents' house, I was instantly transported to the time of scrunchies, crimping irons, and Aquanet hairspray. Oh to be a girl in the 80s! Home perm? Oh yes. Gravity-defying bangs? You betcha.
I had no immediate use for my Caboodle, yet I couldn't bear the thought of throwing it out. By happenstance, around the same time, Jeff let drop that he was looking for a storage bin for his soldering supplies. But could he really bear to store his manly tools in a box that once held a collection of Wet n Wild nail polish?
Good thing he is secure in his manhood. And I love him for it.
