"An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.” Our red thread journey is complete now that Julia is home. Please enjoy reading about our family now that we are 5. Our adoption trip to China is archived in the November 2005/December 2005 sections.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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Saturday, March 28, 2009
Many have asked...here it is: The Tampon War of 2009
Friday morning...We're in Chattanooga. I had to pack the suitcases for 5 people. I packed all the things that we needed for the trip, made reservations, called people...arranged a lot. I knew "Mother Nature" was going to calling me while we were gone. I knew. I failed to pack the essentials. I forgot the tampons.
I got outta the shower, had that feeling that today was the morning to start. I called Wayne into the bathroom to see if he would go to the store for me. I planned on making a detail map of what the box looked like of what I needed. I wouldn't have sent a MAN into Walgreen's to get something like tampons without a guide. LOL! Welll...
Wayne's response was utter shock. He couldn't FATHOM that I would ask him to go get them. Sigh. Me, being crabby & tired and having PMS....lit into him. I called him an insensitive @$$hole and yelled a lot. None of which brought me closer to my sacred tampons. We all stomped around, got back and then drive 15 seconds to Walgreens. Needless to say, we made up and all the peace was restored. LOL!
PMS+tired+crabby-tampons=WAR. :-)
I got outta the shower, had that feeling that today was the morning to start. I called Wayne into the bathroom to see if he would go to the store for me. I planned on making a detail map of what the box looked like of what I needed. I wouldn't have sent a MAN into Walgreen's to get something like tampons without a guide. LOL! Welll...
Wayne's response was utter shock. He couldn't FATHOM that I would ask him to go get them. Sigh. Me, being crabby & tired and having PMS....lit into him. I called him an insensitive @$$hole and yelled a lot. None of which brought me closer to my sacred tampons. We all stomped around, got back and then drive 15 seconds to Walgreens. Needless to say, we made up and all the peace was restored. LOL!
PMS+tired+crabby-tampons=WAR. :-)
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