Last week I had some minor surgery, but knew in advance that I would have to stay home and indoors for a week after. Sooo, my lovely daughter Natalie and I decided to have some special one-on-one fun time together before-hand.
We started the day with a back-to-school shopping trip to Target. I have to admit, but both of us (me & the Nat-meister) think Target is the greatest store on the planet. One time, after a several month trip to our home in Costa Rica, we were jones-ing so bad for Target that we both leaped out of bed and were waiting with baited breath when they unlocked the doors that Saturday morning. We rushed in, grabbed a cart and gulped in big lung-fulls of Target scented air. No actual shopping necessary, we just needed the Target experience... (you can make up your own mind about the sanity level here).
OK. Back to the current story: we went shopping at Target for school supplies. Ms. Nat has excellent taste and I am not kidding. She fell in love with a backpack that was $10 more than all the others and tried her best to convince me that I should get it for her. No dice. In the end, she offered to pony up the extra $10 out of her piggy bank. OK, fine. A couple of cow notebooks later and we were done.
We went out to lunch together at a non-fast-food restaurant, then on to Sally's for some semi-permanent hair color (burgundy red, if you must know) for her beautiful auburn tresses. After that, we got a Mommy-daughter pedicure and the little Vietnamese lady thought that was so sweet that she gave Natalie hand-painted flower embellishments of her big toes. **Adorable!**
On the way home, Natalie said to me: "Mom, you are so awesome and nice to me! You get me special treats and we do fun things together and I really, really appreciate it! I wish there was some gift, or something I could do for you in return to let you know how much you mean to me and what a special person you are..."
Of course, I told her that her sentiment was sweet, and yadda, yadda, yadda, that's what Mommies do, especially when they really love and like their children. Then, as we passed through the garage with our Target booty, I spotted the two litter boxes in the corner just full of cat poop.
When we entered the kitchen, I said to her (with a sparkly, wicked glint in my eyes): "You know what you just told me in the car about wanting to do something special for me? Well, honey, nothing says 'I love you' like scooping poop!"
"Really, Mom?"
"Really."
"Mom..."
"Babe."
About Me
- EveL
- Hi, my name is Eve, but my nick-name is EveL. I have many interests and you can expect to find blog postings here that may be humorous, philosophical, Foodie thoughts & recipes, or detailed information about whatever crazy-ass subject I happen to be thinking about that day. I am a recent widow, a mom, a cat-owner of two perversely wicked felines, a great cook, a rotten baker, a real estate agent & a Christian. I live in two vastly different places: Matthews, NC (suburbia) & the rainforest at Lake Arenal in Costa Rica (paradise). Come with me and I will tell you tales...
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