Two journal entries in one day? Why the hell not? Don't get used to all this attention, though. I'll forget you guys even exist by tomorrow. It's only been a few hours since the last update, but significant things have happened that can only be expressed in list format.
1. My sister has finally found out why she's lost 75% of her hearing in the past two months. She has a brain tumor. The doctors are pretty sure it's benign, which is a relief, but there's still that whole cutting-open-the-brain-to-remove-it part that makes me very nervous. So within the next month my sister has to schedule surgery, but she's decided she's going to tennis camp first. Hell, if I had to have my brain cut open, I would too.
2. I went to the post office to mail a special Valentine's Day present to the boyfriend. My conversation with the postal employees went like this:
Post Office Guy: Anything liquid, perishable or breakable?
Me: Well, yes. All three, kind of.
POG: What are you mailing?
Me: Juice boxes and pepper cookies.
-A few seconds of silence-
POG: Juice boxes?
Me: Yep.
POG: Why the hell are you mailing juice boxes to Washington? They don't have them there or something? Hey Shirley, how do we mark a package with juice boxes in it?
Shirley (from the back room): How should I know? Why the hell would anyone mail juice boxes?
3. Next I went to the liquor store to buy vodka. For those of you who expect a certain running theme in my journals, I was buying said vodka so that I can make gnocchi, prosciutto and carmelized onions in a vodka sage cream sauce. I went into the liquor store, bought some Ketel One, then decided I'd go next door and rent some movies. In the parking lot of Hollywood Video there were five guys in lawn chairs, just sitting around. I went into the video store, and got hit on by a cop. When I came back out the guys were still there, and I couldn't leave without knowing why. So I asked them why they were sitting in lawn chairs in the parking lot. One of them said, "It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining, and we ain't got no jobs." They offered me a fotie and a lawn chair. I declined the fotie, but I did pull a spare juice box out of my purse and enjoy the sunshine for a few minutes with some laid-off truck drivers.
1. My sister has finally found out why she's lost 75% of her hearing in the past two months. She has a brain tumor. The doctors are pretty sure it's benign, which is a relief, but there's still that whole cutting-open-the-brain-to-remove-it part that makes me very nervous. So within the next month my sister has to schedule surgery, but she's decided she's going to tennis camp first. Hell, if I had to have my brain cut open, I would too.
2. I went to the post office to mail a special Valentine's Day present to the boyfriend. My conversation with the postal employees went like this:
Post Office Guy: Anything liquid, perishable or breakable?
Me: Well, yes. All three, kind of.
POG: What are you mailing?
Me: Juice boxes and pepper cookies.
-A few seconds of silence-
POG: Juice boxes?
Me: Yep.
POG: Why the hell are you mailing juice boxes to Washington? They don't have them there or something? Hey Shirley, how do we mark a package with juice boxes in it?
Shirley (from the back room): How should I know? Why the hell would anyone mail juice boxes?
3. Next I went to the liquor store to buy vodka. For those of you who expect a certain running theme in my journals, I was buying said vodka so that I can make gnocchi, prosciutto and carmelized onions in a vodka sage cream sauce. I went into the liquor store, bought some Ketel One, then decided I'd go next door and rent some movies. In the parking lot of Hollywood Video there were five guys in lawn chairs, just sitting around. I went into the video store, and got hit on by a cop. When I came back out the guys were still there, and I couldn't leave without knowing why. So I asked them why they were sitting in lawn chairs in the parking lot. One of them said, "It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining, and we ain't got no jobs." They offered me a fotie and a lawn chair. I declined the fotie, but I did pull a spare juice box out of my purse and enjoy the sunshine for a few minutes with some laid-off truck drivers.
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Juice boxes are the greatest Valentine's present ever. And sipping one in the sunshine with some ex-truckers sounds like a blast.
Sorry to hear about your sister, that's really scary.