Our house is full of boxes – again. We never got completely unpacked and here we are with tons of boxes from TW’s mother and sister. Boxes that were supposed to be here temporarily. Boxes that are labeled “immediately” but contain items I don’t believe they’ve used in three years or will ever use again.
There are many things that are “missing” – really important things like birth certificates, divorce decrees, medication, that special thingy folks put on the toilet to help disabled folks pull themselves up from the seated position, needles (as in the hypodermic type.) Things that really should have been in boxes clearly labeled for easy access as soon as they arrived here.
Alas. “Should have” doesn’t help us find those important things, does it? I’ve resigned myself to the fact that all of the important stuff is in the garage in boxes marked “long term” and I’m just going about my business and not worrying about what we have to buy, order or do without.
Except, the mini-Medtronic insulin pump died. This means TW is having to inject insulin into her mother’s body with real live needles until the new pump arrives. TW has been using her long ass B-12 needles because that’s all we have around here.
Suddenly TW’s mother says “there’s a box labeled cosmetics” (I mumbled to myself THREE boxes labeled cosmetics and TWO are in the garage) “that is filled with stuff from under the bathroom sink and needles might be in there.”
TW was excited by this idea, her long ass B-12 needles weren’t exactly doing the trick plus she’s not going to have long ass B-12 needles when she needs to give herself a B-12 (which is probably any moment now, by the way.) So she heads into the back bedroom and gleefully rips open the box marked “cosmetics” – there are no cosmetics in the box, as far as I can tell.
However….
TW says, “we can look at our crotches with any number of hand mirrors!” and she pulls out four of those suckers (who needs four hand mirrors?) As I’m laughing my ass off… she gets extra excited and she says….
“This is the mirror I used the first time I ever looked at my crotch!”
We’re keeping that one.
I’m too much of a prude to comment on this post but thanks for the laugh. 🙂
ROFALMAO (Is that right?)!
My favorite part of this story is the fact that she said “any number of.” That just makes it.
I love your family.