Mr. Husband turned to me the other night and said the worst possible thing a man can tell his wife: "You are turning into your mother." Couldn't argue with him, although I've yet to accuse him of stealing my false teeth and I don't save thousands of plastic shopping bags all throughout the house because "some day they will charge you for using plastic bags and I'll be ready."
Perhaps if I ever get false teeth that day will come, but in the meantime, I apologized in advance for what I expect to be a lifetime of hell for this poor man.
Why, yes we do. (Except for water, the gift shop is a lifeline to an early death. Not an apple or a pack of almonds in sight.) Turns out the caller was a patient in the heart unit and wanted delivery. This isn't the Ritz Carleton, so I told him I didn't think we delivered anything to patients other than flowers. Wrong. So we deliver fat, sugar, and sodium to a guy in the heart unit. Not sure what I am "giving back."
Speaking of an early death, I get a gel manicure every couple of weeks.
My nails finally look decent. Blue, pink, orange. I've tried them all. LOVE. However, this week my manicurist told me I have to stop because my nails are too thin. Plus they have started to hurt. Apparently gel manicures are not good for you.
So I told her that I could use the $ from the gel to get my hair colored professionally (I started home coloring after I retired to save $$ for $tamp$.) Her reaction: "Good, your hair is gray and green. Time for a change."
$$ for $tamp$ or hair?