When you write a blog you can tell how many people from each country are reading your stuff. There are 3 people in Canada and 24 people in Mexico who read my thing yesterday that I’m wondering about. I’d like to know who they are. Not for any reason but maybe I could sprinkle some Canadian and Mexican in my writing to keep them interested.
I’m seeing Julie and Violet again today. Julie seemed down in the dumps since her computer is broken. Well down in the dumps may be a bit strong but she did put something on Facebook about becoming a crack whore since she had so much time on her hands.
I’m nothing if not tuned in so I called and asked if she’d like to go to Costco. Although she seemed to like the idea, until I sprinkled it with lunch and Toys R Us we couldn’t get Violet to okay the trip.
I’m off now. I’ll let you know how it goes.
I’m back. It went well. Violet even let me get my brake light fixed so I know she was enjoying the day.
Costco is truly a Jew Wonderland. Huge packs of crap that will enable you to not buy more of that same crap for a year.
It brings the essence of my mother back. My mother never bought one of anything. Since she had 4 daughters 5 was the magic number of any purchase.
I think my sister wrote about my mother buying 5 vibrators in different colors because she thought they were face massagers. For as long as I could remember she kept hers on my father’s dresser. I don’t know that it was ever used , just the thought of that gives me the screaming meemies.
I was about 12 at the time so mine just stayed on my bookcase.
Not one person ever remarked on the oddity of this. I guess they realized that we all had very relaxed looking faces.