The Awwwww: An update on last week’s post on my infusion center pals, Butch and Patch… The other day I shared the infusion room with my good ole’ boys again. Patch is usually brought in in a wheelchair and then when he gets into the room uses this big ole long stick that he whittled into a walking stick of sorts to hobble his way into a reclining chair. This was his norm every morning and Butch noticed that said walking stick had no grip on the bottom, so Wednesday he showed up with a rubber grip he’d taken off of an old pair of crutches at home. Let me see that stick of yers, Patch. And when the rubber grip would not fit over the end of the stick, he offered to whittle it down in his wood shop so that the gripper would fit on it. I may have been hormonicizing (scratch that, I was totally hormonicizing) but that sweet little gesture brought a tear to my eye and I had to pretend I was really into the same page in the book I’d been reading for the last 2 weeks. Same page… different day. That’s how come I never get through a book. Thank you, Butch, for the example. I need to be more aware of those around me and their needs. You don’t need to be rich to lend a helping hand.
The Durrr this week came when Madre drug me to the Bath and Body Works store kicking and dagnabbed screaming… KICKING AND SCREAMING I tell you what! :P LIES!! Anyone who knows me knows that I’m pretty much obsessed with that stupid store… mainly because of their hand soaps, but that never stops me from buying pretty much everything else within grabbing distance. Oh, a tea cozy, you don’t say… well, hell if I ever drunk a thing of tea, but I surely need me a cozy. When we arrived I told Madre I best sit and wait in the car, knowing my history and knowing how I’ve been scrimping and saving this year to pay my bills. Madre vowed that she’d stop me from buying anything… and I foolishly believed her. What I didn’t take into account was the fact that Madre can also be a shop-a-holic and the willpower of 2 shop-a-holics together is like 2 calorizing diabetics at a FREE all-you-can-eat dessert shindig. Ain’t happening. As soon as I stepped foot into that store Madre was finding ways how I could buy things and then pay her back. Oh, but look at that deal and you have this 10-dollar off coupon and, and, and, and… Oh, forget it! Between Madre and the salesperson who seemed to be following me around having me smell her favorite flavors, which coincidentally just so happened to be everything in the store, it’s a wonder I didn’t walk out of there having to rent a U-Haul to get my stuff home. Thanks for having my back, Madre! :P
As for the Ewwwww… courtesy of Lindsay, since she seems to be super proud and has insisted that everybody stare at this most disgusting specimen they found in their driveway. I might vomit… and also, I will not be stepping foot in your driveway, Lindser until you send me a reciept of proof that you’ve killed every single last one of these suckers… did I mention… GAGGGGGG!!!!
That ain’t even right… puh-lease someone hold me!
Question of the Day: Do you mind spiders? What’s your favorite scent at Bath and Body Works (or scent in general)?