What a busy and annoying day. I got
a few things knocked off my To Do list, but then had to add things.
I spent half the afternoon looking
for some insurance papers regarding the house policy, and haven’t found them
yet.
I took Alesia to softball practice,
and Michael and I headed to CVS. I have all her birthday presents bought
already, but some of them were bought off E-bay and haven’t arrived yet.
Alesia said this morning she was low
on perfume. She likes Miss Dior Cherie. I can’t
afford that right now.
At CVS, after I picked up Mother’s
prescriptions, Michael and I headed to the perfume case.
CVS actually carries a lot of the
big name perfumes, but they’re behind a locked case. I surveyed them all, in dismay.
The prices were very high. There was nothing under $20. We headed to the only
other perfume display, a small shelf holding knockoffs. None of those were
acceptable. Michael sprayed me with one that smelled like cotton candy and I
nearly gagged. I gave him a bottle of Charlie and he
sniffed and made a face. “That smells like an old lady!”
Thanks a lot boy. You’re still
smaller than I am.
I stood there biting my lip,
frustrated, and asked God to help me out. Michael almost instantly handed me a tester
bottle and I tried it out. It smelled nice. Not too sweet, more spicy. Alesia
doesn’t like too sweet scents, nor do I. I was delighted. Then I realized the
lone tester was all there was, an artifact. Worse, there was no top, and the
label was pulled off. I asked a store clerk if there was a supply of it in back
and he looked at me like I was crazy. “I don’t know. I have no idea” was his
unsmiling response. He talked to a female clerk and she was equally clueless.
I wound up buying the tester bottle.
He should’ve given it to me – there was only 9/10ths of it left, but he charged
me $3. I showed it to Mother. “If she doesn’t like it, I will use it.”
I had sprayed some on my arm, and
when I got Alesia from practice, she sniffed my arm and said “I like that.”
I was late making dinner, still
haven’t located the insurance papers, and I have a million things to do
tomorrow, but I am optimistic about the perfume.
Mike leaves for camp Thursday morning very early, so we are opening presents tomorrow night, just the family, and having some birthday cake. Thursday, Alesia is spending the day with her BFF, shopping and going to lunch, a very girly day.
I had to send this email to my brother tonight:
Lest you think you are not missed, I submit the following.
Alesia informed me today that I do not drive well. She much prefers how
Uncle Bruce drives. He doesn't stop and start in such a jerky way.
Uncle Bruce has really good air conditioning in his truck. She misses the truck.
She never got nauseated with Uncle Bruce.
Uncle Bruce is just WAY more fun than boring old mom. Can't remember
all the other remarks pointing to that but they were numerous. Michael
didn't say much, but I could see him nodding when she made these
statements.
I can't compete. Even taking them to Target wasn't enough.
Just thought you'd like to know....
Your Sister
[aka boring old mom...]
