Happy B-Day
It’s fun sitting at the secretary’s desk on Tuesday mornings watching the kids walk by, just staring at me like I’m a body snatcher or something. What happened to the familiar secretary – tanned, and short dark hair? Replaced with long blonde hair and skin white as a Norwegian baby.
For the next hour, typing up dozens of address labels during the staff meeting, I quickly learned that the abbreviation for Methodist is – but probably shouldn’t be – “Meth”.
Two hours at Ditto sorting “high end” (a little inside “Kath & Kim” joke there) shoes from Prada and Puma, hanging black sequined tops and gold sweaters, etc.
Bracing for the blast of 5-degree wind chills on the walk back out. This was getting ridiculous. I saw days in Iceland in March that weren’t as cold as this.
A few stops:
Kirkwood: Great Harvest Bread Company for my first experience with loaves of the very nutritious, healthy, and tasty honey wheat bread.
Ladue: Puck. Displeased with being “on Red” again for the second day in a row, this time for blurting things out at unnecessary moments, no doubt on Noise Level 100.
“What did you do this time, Puck?” I has asked as we walked down the hall. “You were talking again when you weren’t supposed to, weren’t you?”
“Mom,” Puck looked at me seriously while he slung on his Star Wars backpack, “you are just creating a ‘hypofesis’. You don’t really know.”
But I did.
Chesterfield: sunflowers and Reeses peanut butter cups for Carrie-Bri.
(Aren’t we fancy?)
Because it was Carrie’s birthday, we stopped at the Big House. She and Mom weren’t back yet from spending the day with Grandma (and burgers at Red Robin) and combing for supplies at Michael’s to furnish Grandma’s cozy cat abode for “Tootsie’s” soon-to-be arrival.
Dad added more burgers to the mix for dinner. Burgers, fries, and then a salad for Carrie – per her request.
Back home that evening, I prepared veggie pancakes for El Oso’s dinner, while Crackers stared, tail twitching, at the bug box.
Ever since we brought Wally the Woolly Bug home, Crackers has been becoming increasingly curious. Once she knocked his saran-wrap windowed terrarium off-kilter where he had been sunning himself atop a stack of books. Tonight, she continued to stalk the bug.