Also known as Kelly, my longtime friend and partner in crime. I'd love to tell you why she is known as "Sissy Slime", but I don't know if you can handle it yet, just meeting her and all. Soon people, soon.
I met Kelly ~*gasp*~ 21 years ago. We both had itty bitty babes and had both decided on a career in the dental field. I stuck it out for 20 years and she, well, barfed at the sight of an edentulous patient, and after graduating, passed on the career altogether. Consider yourselves blessed though... she went onto a career that affects you and I directly. She makes sure all of my local shelves in a nationwide huge chain of stores are well stocked with with wine and spirits for all. I love her for that... and for the fact that she can research WHY my local store is fresh out of my favorite vino, and correct this horrendous injustice when I need her to.
Kelly has always made me laugh... seriously laugh, to the point of needing a pair of Depends to get through the moment. For a time, she took care of my little ones. Even though she lived far from me, I traveled down that highway day in and day out because I knew they were safe, well cared for, and just plain had fun over there.
And so, after one very long day, I made the trek out there to go get my itty bitty babes. I loaded them up and we said our goodbyes... this time she stayed out in the driveway as we pulled away and I noticed her laughing as we did. But laughing was normal for her, so I didn't think much of it. I just waved, and laughed back, and headed down the highway towards home. As I was driving people were passing me, laughing. I was so glad others were able to laugh during rush hour... me, I just curse people and cut them off. As we kept driving, more and more people were looking, pointing, and laughing. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why. So I just shot them dirty looks and continued on with my defensive driving.
I pulled into my driveway, got the kids out, and looked at my side of the car. Nothing. Well, it must have been someone else, someone alongside of me, that all of those drivers were laughing at. So off into the apartment we went until the whole routine was to start the next day.
As we went out to the car the next morning, there it was... a Kotex, with wings, stuck to the back of my car. I had "flown" home, compliments of Sissy Slime, blissfully ignorant to the wonders of new advances in adhesive backing's.
Stay tuned...
I met Kelly ~*gasp*~ 21 years ago. We both had itty bitty babes and had both decided on a career in the dental field. I stuck it out for 20 years and she, well, barfed at the sight of an edentulous patient, and after graduating, passed on the career altogether. Consider yourselves blessed though... she went onto a career that affects you and I directly. She makes sure all of my local shelves in a nationwide huge chain of stores are well stocked with with wine and spirits for all. I love her for that... and for the fact that she can research WHY my local store is fresh out of my favorite vino, and correct this horrendous injustice when I need her to.
Kelly has always made me laugh... seriously laugh, to the point of needing a pair of Depends to get through the moment. For a time, she took care of my little ones. Even though she lived far from me, I traveled down that highway day in and day out because I knew they were safe, well cared for, and just plain had fun over there.
And so, after one very long day, I made the trek out there to go get my itty bitty babes. I loaded them up and we said our goodbyes... this time she stayed out in the driveway as we pulled away and I noticed her laughing as we did. But laughing was normal for her, so I didn't think much of it. I just waved, and laughed back, and headed down the highway towards home. As I was driving people were passing me, laughing. I was so glad others were able to laugh during rush hour... me, I just curse people and cut them off. As we kept driving, more and more people were looking, pointing, and laughing. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why. So I just shot them dirty looks and continued on with my defensive driving.
I pulled into my driveway, got the kids out, and looked at my side of the car. Nothing. Well, it must have been someone else, someone alongside of me, that all of those drivers were laughing at. So off into the apartment we went until the whole routine was to start the next day.
As we went out to the car the next morning, there it was... a Kotex, with wings, stuck to the back of my car. I had "flown" home, compliments of Sissy Slime, blissfully ignorant to the wonders of new advances in adhesive backing's.
Stay tuned...
6 comments:
Ok, I am going to do this. I really am. This is so funny!
That story is great!!! I love the new look of your blog!!! You're great!
Oh my goodness! LOL! I can hardly wait for the saga to continue!
Every woman needs a Sissy!
Hey you two..."HAVE A FRIGGIN HAPPY PERIOD"!
Sissy Slime sounds like my kind of woman. I love jokes. I am snickering just thinking about how she felt when she did that. Love her already. I found you through Cha Cha.
Coco
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