I posted last night about my awe
inspiring “Easterween” decoration. At work it is hailed as brilliance incarnate
and beloved by all. Well, most of them ‘like’ it.
This morning, my sister sent me
a text that stated that she had noticed that I made a grammatical faux pas on
the aforementioned post, so I went to my blog to fix it. It was then that I
noticed there was an obvious increase in ‘comments’ on past blogs so I eagerly
clicked in to check them out.
I was stunned. Some humanoid
with the screen name ‘maymay’ had commented on nearly all my posts. The problem?
NONE of her comments were even
remotely related TO my posts! I knew
the web had a seedy social media side that I try to stay away from
(Facebook for example), but this person had crashed into my blog, assaulted my
space, posted GARBAGE – verbally looooong
GARBAGE – and walked away without a
scratch. I was incensed!
Things like this are why I hate people and
definitely should NOT be or work in public;
and yet I do. How dare this human piggyback their mindless prattle
upon the back of my hard thought out thoughts! Consider them all deleted.
While deleting the unwanted rubbish
comments, I came across my post about mom and the perfume I had given to her called
Stay. I reread the post since I had just visited my sister (and received the awesome
Easterween gift) that included a visit our mother (a kind of 2 for 1 special). Mom
had come out one morning dressed and ready to go bathed in the smell of that
clean smelling Stay – and I do mean bathed in the smell.
I mentioned that she smelled
good and it went – like instant delayed
replay about Stay – like this…
Me: You smell
good!
My sister: Yes, you do.
Mom: It is the
perfume you gave me. It smells so fresh and clean. I love it!
Me: Nice.
Mom: What was the
name?
Me: Stay.
Mom: Noooo, wasn’t
it Gap or something?
Me: No, it came
from The Gap. It is called Stay. (as if
the name isn’t the bottle she uses every day!)
Mom: The Gap. That
makes no sense.
My sister: It makes perfect sense if that
is what they wanted to name the store.
Mom: I still don’t
understand why they call it ‘Stay.’
My sister: Because the fragrance ‘stays’
with you all day! (she clearly was grasping for straws here – anything to stop
this conversation)
Mom: Well it
certainly does "Stay" with me because I spray it all over myself.
Me: How many ‘sprays?’
Mom; Oh, I don’t
know, 5 or 6.
My sister: 5 or 6?! Isn’t that kind of
excessive? I just do a couple of sprays here and here (pointing to the places
on her body).
Me: Me too! Wow, 5
or 6 is a lot. You will run out of it so fast! I better send you another
bottle.
Mom: Bottle of
what?
Me: Stay.
Mom: Stay? I
thought we were going out to lunch.
You just can’t make this stuff
up people…
By the way, I switched my
perfume from Stay to Sunshine, also from The Gap. I am not telling my mother.
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