native Human, grateful wife, mom to 2 humans, 3 cats, and 1 dog; only child/daughter; singer-songwriter; swing, salsa, and C&W social dancer; forest-lover, streaming video-listener; palindromophile, craft enthusiast, indefatigable civil rights advocate; gratefully recovered since 1995 from what then seemed like a hopeless state of mind and body by a Power greater than I am in 12-step rooms full of garden variety drunks and addicts just like me.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
doing great
I got a package from drugstore.com today. I get baby wipes, Brad's protein bars, a beauty product on occasion, saline spray, etc. I opened the box and pulled out a bottle of personal lubricant. Hm, maybe they gave me a free sample. Then I pulled out 3 packages of nicarette gum. Oh, wrong address. No, it's addressed to me on the outside of the box, but the invoice was addressed to a lady in Massachusetts. She bought 2 bottles of personal lubricant, 3 boxes of nicarette gum, and a lipstick. Yes, I am really grateful I don't have those problems: pale lips, cigarettes, and being personally lubed.
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