Okay, you readers. I am giving you an actual assignment. Here’s the dealio:
I’ve not really had a bad day or week – so this is not complaining. Two of my kids fell ill enough to require doctor’s visits, numerous drugs, humidifiers, stock in tissue companies and lots of thermometer use. We were trying to start school this morning and I kept noticing an odd smell…it was doggie diarreah. All. Over. The. Carpet. Aside from your basic adult life worries (what if I get pregnant/have to move/someone breaks their arm/the washing machine craps out/I never get rid of this whore-house wallpaper?) that’s not much.
Also? We had no apples.
But we went to the store (yay! apples!) and the library. The library makes everyone in my family stupid-happy. Especially after Mom has been hollering at you all day to STAY OUT OF THE LIVING ROOM because there are wet spots from the poop fallout.
But it wasn’t a bad day. Everyone felt better than they have since we came home from our Denver trip, we completed school, I’d been decluttering like mad this week. AND now we had apples and fresh books.
When I got home, this was in a package on my doorstep:
Do you remember my post about Ih Kay Uh (see comments for explanation)?
Here is the note that came with the package:
My Dearest Farm Hooker -
I couldn’t resist getting you these when I was at Ikea last night. I too made a new discovery – Ikea on a weekday evening – true bliss – NO people!! It Rocked!!
Hope these bring you many years of happiness! Love you!!
Now, you might think it’s all offensive to call someone hooker, but if you read Rants From Mommyland you know it totally is like calling someone a blood sister.
I haven’t seen this friend of mine in years – we became friends when we were both single, living paycheck-to-paycheck in tiny apartments with borrowed-from-storage furniture and cats. We worked together for years and she was one of those friends I never felt anything but love and loyalty toward. Until she moved, but that was just me being whiny.
I can’t tell you what it felt like to receive an entirely inappropriate and undeserved gift – for no reason what so ever. Except she was thinking about me.
I probably drank more coffee in the presence of this woman than I will in the rest of my life. I told her things I’ve never told anyone else.
We don’t really stay in close touch anymore – but we still love each other.
Is there someone like that in your life? Who you love and miss? Or someone who you KNOW needs something?
Pack up some spoons (or tea or soap or something she/he would like for no particular reason) and send it, hooker.
Send me emails (firstname.lastname@example.org) or make comments here about what you’ve done, and I’ll put together a post about it.
And please don’t make me look like an @ss by not accepting this mission!