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Nursing…MASSIVE…hangover.

Last night was a party at a friend’s house. I helped with the food, because if left to his own devices the man would serve nothing but cheese. As a matter of fact, he lives solely on chocolate, wine and cheese, priding himself on the fact that he is “gluten free.” It was a pretty good party, better attended than some of his recent parties. My husband wasn’t there, even though he RSVP’d, unless he popped by while I was out getting pizzas. It certainly allowed me to have more fun. I’m not going to lie, there is a strong mutual attraction between the host and me. Fortunately, beyond a little heavy petting, we have an understanding that there will be no sex. He is a great kisser, though.

I finished up my holiday shopping today. My goal was to give gifts purchased exclusively in our small town. They can be made somewhere else, but it had to be a business here. I was pretty successful, except for the Victoria’s Secret gift card for my daughter. I got a robe for her there, too. Every year of her life her grandfather gave her PJs for Christmas. After he died in 2004, I continued giving her PJs every year and signed “Love, Grandpa.” This year, when I was helping her move to Chicago, she asked me if grandpa could get her a robe instead of PJs, so he did. I don’t know what he was doing shopping at Victoria’s Secret, though – he would have been very embarrassed.

I was standing in line at the grocery store behind a woman on a cell phone. She had a small child in the cart and her cart was loaded down. She just looked completely frazzled. Suddenly, she raised her voice. At first I thought she was angry, but, really, she was excited. It went something like this, “Practice is canceled. You mean there’s no hockey tonight?!” She was laughing. When she hung up, she was practically giddy. Her packed schedule just got a little easier. I thought she was going to do that fist pump thing, but she stopped short of it. She was so overjoyed, everyone else in the line was smiling and laughing along with her, enjoying her good fortune. 

One thing I like about winter is having a plethora of pockets. Summer clothes have no pockets and then you have to carry a purse. But, winter jackets, fleeces, hoodies, and so on all have copious pockets, deep enough for wallets, keys, cell phones, lip balm, and other necessities of life.