I am occasionally surprised to have a thought that seems unique or at least, infrequent, and then within a few days of that thought, I'll look at a Facebook memory that is almost identical to the one I had earlier in the week. It may be from a year ago, or five - but clearly that thought has something connecting it in time and space.
The next time it happens, I'll have to document it here. Because of course I don't have a salient example.
But here's a less salient example. I have, over the past few years, received notices that Universal Standard, a clothing brand I enjoy, but don't buy, is having a Mystery Box sale. And once, some years ago, I decided to go in on one. As I recall, the deal was three shirts for roughly $60. Of the shirts, there was one I liked a lot. One was a no, and one... I don't even remember. So, you know. 33% success rate. I still have the one I liked a lot, and it is now five years old. Had I not gotten some kind of grease stain on it, it would be out in public rotation - but as it is, I wear it to the cabin or around the house - you know, WalMart, but not for social or work - still, good shirt.
Point being, I got another one of those offers for a Mystery Box - this time, I got a little crazy and doubled my investment. We'll see what happens. It's kind of like Cracker Jacks. The best part may be the anticipation. But I am trying to use my spidey senses to get an idea of what's in the box.
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| I have some bad news, Brad. |
I'll keep you posted.
It's also time to start planning my trip to California for my nephew's high school graduation. Speaking of mysteries, we're not sure where he's going to go to college yet. Still waiting on a few decisions, but the kid has, that I know of, at least seven options that are all excellent. I'm excited for him, and proud of him.
But I also need to know because am I going to get a custom t-shirt that celebrates his choice.
As one does.
And then, we're also going to take a vacation somewhere this year. Something that we pick because it's what we want to do. Not because people are expecting us there. Not because there's an event attached to it. But because we want to go there, and it works for us.
Crazy, I know. Do you know the last time we did that? Well, I'll tell you - 2019. A long weekend in Cincinnati. Now, after that, we drove to see my husband's family. But still! STILL!
So exciting. It's also a mystery as to where we're going to go. I have thoughts. Lots of them. But we don't know just yet. Patience, friends!
Meanwhile, life is lifing. I've been accosted with a lot of personal fragrances out in the world, and that's no bueno for a delicate little peach like me. At home, there's been an outbreak of Lysol. In the office, there's someone, or someones who are indulging in a synthetic vanilla-heavy lotion, or spray, or something they're applying with a paint roller.
Bless their fuzzy hearts. Yes, I know I'm ridiculous, but I have so few demands on and of this planet. If Lysol and Fabulosa could be rendered extinct, I would be delighted.
I was actually reading a fairly interesting article today about the dwindling popularity of bar soap. We're still fans chez moi - but I like the occasional body wash - depending on the fragrance of course.
I mean, we all know I'm not going to survive the zombie apocalypse.
Probably.
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