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!!
xoxo -
City Hooker
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 (closeenoughblog@gmail.com) 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!
Kisses, hookers.
I love it…the ikea silverware, not the doggie diarrea!!! What a great friend! Thinking right now about whose day I can brighten this weekend.
The kids were all “OH NO MOM! What are you going to do?!” (about the doggie poo, not the ikea spoons). I said, “Well, I’m going to clean it up. It’s gross but it’s just poop and sometimes in life, you have to do something just because you are a grown up and you ought to be able to handle it. It’s just poop.” They were all very impressed. I managed to keep all the dry heaves silent so they could continue to think their mom is superwoman.
How sweet of your friend:) Sorry about the doggie poo, hope she’s feeling better now.
Bless her heart (the friend and the dog). Lola (the dog) has been fine all day. I think it may be leftover anxiety from boarding during our weekend away…and maybe an off-schedule. It is the second time in 5 years that she’s had an accident – both times she had obviously upset her system somehow. But she’s waggy and happy and no more problems today.
My best friend, my soulsister, mentioned last week that she needed a coin purse. So today, I started to make one for her, in her favorite cranberry colour.
I’ll line it tonight, and because she and I both love buttons, I’ll find just the right buttons for the closure. Best friends who are like sisters, as MarieAnge is, are special.
My friend Teresa is like the work friend you described – she always finds the time to send me a note on a card handmade by her – I just put the stamp on an “I miss you and thanks for all the cards” card.
And I do believe I know the friend of which you speak – I miss you, T!
Mission accepted and completed. A dear friend of mine had a very rough weekend. Homemade chocolate chip banana bread to the rescue!
You are the sweetest! I was reading this to hubby and got all choked up remembering those sweet memories (don’t forget lunchessssss at the Beacon and their COFFEE!). I have to admit, every time I hear “More Human Than Human” I immediately go back to driving to lunch with you and Stephy while we totally rocked out. I miss you and love you and your bad@ss sister bunches!! You two should escape for a weekend and come down for a girl weekend-how awesome would THAT be?!? Love you and have a fantastic day!
I couldn’t find where your email was on here so here’s what I’m doing:
My friend/old roommate just had a baby and so my plan is to send her a sweet little dress for her sweet baby girl but also throw in a bunch of pampering stuff for her. Since I know just having a baby is trying on your beauty! Hopefully this makes her day!