If I rambled, it would be on Monday...

A lot can happen in one fabulously long weekend.



Let's talk about noses, let's talk about mine or more specifically my sinuses. Yes, you may leave if you wish (with my history of revelational journaling - I will understand), but it's not going to be what you think. You can trust me; it won't be like the doctor visit and stool sample thing. I promise. hee hee. Really you can stay.

I want to say that once in a while especially in the winter months, I need to purchase Tylenol Sinus Medicine. And yes it has Pseudoephedrine in the formula. I only buy it about every other month. Now does that sound like a crime to you? I even got nervous looking up how to spell it on the Internet, because of all the Meth making problems.

But it feels like I am doing something wrong when I go to the store to buy one package of this behind-the-counter sinus medication.

First of all, I have to wait in line at the pharmacy desk and then ask in a quiet voice, "I would like Tylenol Sinus medicine, please." Many times I get this, "We are all out." But if they are not out of the product then this is how it goes.

"You have to pay for this medication here, at this counter." She (always a she) says in her outdoor voice.

"I know, " I always say.

"You can only buy one." she continues to yell. (or maybe I'm too sensitive)

"That's all I asked for, thank you." I say patiently, but am wondering, Is it hot in here?

"I have to have your driver's license." she continues, "I have to copy it."

I fumble with my license and hand it to her. "Ok."

"You have to pay for it here." she says again.

"That's why I have my money out." I say a little snippy.

"You have to sign for this kind of medicine you know."

I nod wondering, Is she is looking at my pupils?

Then she looks at my license (true story) and looks at me, then back at the license.

"I've changed my hair." I defend. Can I please have a drink of water and maybe a Valium, I am thinking.

"Yes, your hair was darker."

I want to tell her it's not my fault that I am getting grayer and that my hair dresser girl will not under no circumstances allow me to go natural...gray and I have asked her permission, but I say instead, "I color my hair." my voice gets weaker.

She did laugh, but what does that mean?

I pay with cash. Is that suspicious?

She staples the bag closed with the receipt attached. I am thinking this must be in case drug producing people are stalking me and want to take it from me. I can see how the staples will surely keep them out. And all I want to do...is just breathe through my nose. That's all.

Woman Cured of Black Friday Shopping Bug

Did you hear about THAT woman...in the news? Well, not really in the news, but I think I am cured of BF shopping and that does not have anything to do with best friends..

Spending time with my daughter shopping is always a blast...but never ever on BF in Branson, Missouri...ever again.

I spent the night with my daughter, so that was fun.

We did not start early, so that was good. We headed out and the traffic was good.
Later when we arrived in Branson the traffic still looked good.

But not here at the Tanger Outlet (see that roof line in the distance that's where we were going-not the castle)...traffic not so good. Parking spaces not so available. People not so nice. Okay, Okay that was me. And in my defense, I only got frustrated once and may have flung my hands in the air in anger as a man was flinging his hands in the air in protest to me having my turn... at turning. I'm Irish, for goodness sakes. I have a temper.

Good thing I went to church on Sunday. Now I'm much better. (wink)
Oh and one more thing that really was in the news (where my daughter lives) was a woman who became too aggressive in a store- punching people- shoving people. She was arrested.
NOW don't you appreciate me more, man in car, who flung his hands in the air at me?
When we got back to my daughters city, we decided to run through a drive thru, grab a sandwich and then go to her house to eat. We took her car to give mine a rest. We were in a very long line waiting. Suddenly, she says do you smell something? I said, No. I looked at the gauge, but it was fine. She said, Is there smoke coming out of the back window? I looked but didn't see anything...but as I continued looking THERE WAS ... smoke billowing (maybe trickling) out of the trunk and into the window. We were a long ways from paying for the food and getting the food.
I (threw on my cape) jumped out of the car and opened the trunk thinking something was on fire in there.
Nothing.
I got back in the car and we moved one car length. It looked like it was getting worse and then all of a sudden there was a red glow. It looked like it was on fire. I hopped out again and into the very tiny backseat. I had grabbed my water bottle. I glanced up at the woman behind me in her car and she looked disturbed. She of course didn't know I was fighting potential fire. I don't think she could see the smoke rising. Then the glow got brighter. I felt the area and it was felt hot. So like a good fire woman I threw water on the area. Something popped and the glow stopped.
My daughter took it to a shop the next day. They said there was foam (probably insulation) in the connection between bulb and electricity. Whew!

Now back to work!!! Do I have to?