I bet there are people out there who are pretty offended by me calling Penningtons/Additionelle the Fat Lady Store. But it is what it is. And in all of Canada, other than little tiny boutiques sparsely dotted here and there across the nation, there is only the Fat Lady Store. Department stores don't go up to big enough sizes.
Whilst I was in the store the other day, killing time until my dr appointment, I took note of all the other ladies in there. It seemed a little busier than normal. It became clear to me that a lot of them were Christmas party shopping (a fat broad's nightmare, at least some of us) {shovel list}. And another observance came to my attention. A lot of these women were fat, and I mean FAT. Huge. Really really big.
Now I know what size I wear. There are six sizes above XL and I wear the second from the biggest. And I am completely aware of how big I am. These women were twice my size. So I get to thinking. How do they fit into even the biggest clothes? Seriously!!!! Some of those women are just humungous and they are happily running around with armloads of clothes. I don't get it. It's disturbing. I just don't think I am one size down from them. I think I would be at least three sizes down, but clearly I am not. And I did find a couple of things I wanted, second from the biggest size. Jeez!
I was telling my sister about this. And I mentioned that as I had walked into the store I noticed on the door that they were looking for a sales person. I told her it was so tempting to just apply for fun. But she told me I would have to quit calling it Fat Lady Store. I don't think I can. I would slip up. I just know it.
I am sick. Of course. It's Christmas. This will be the fourth year in a row I am sick. And I am sick of this. The only positive hope is its not that wracking awful cough and chest cold....yet, like everybody seems to have. This one is a gastrointestinal thing. And a fever. I am living on gravol at the moment. Thank god it works. Nothing makes me want to go out in the back yard and shoot myself more than nausea. I HAVE to be better by Friday. I HAVE to be.
Well Alice comes tomorrow morning at 7. It will be great to get all the dog hair off the floor. It's terrible. He is blowing his coat at the moment and brushing him just makes it worse. That hair is coming out in giant prolific clumps. And he is scared of those clumps. If I make him sniff one he dashes away and won't come back to me for a long time. I think I will keep one on the table beside my chair. When he starts bugging me when I am on the phone, I will just waggle that hair in his face. hahaha!!
Monte has officially moved back into his place. It apparently needs a lot of cleaning. I am anxious to see him but he needs to clean his place first. I want to do some cooking when I am there. I will get disposable containers that can microwave and make him some dinners to freeze. I will take some bedding and sleep on the couch. After visiting him I want to take a couple of days and go to Campbell river and visit my brother. He has just successfully had open heart surgery, six bypasses and one valve replacement. Time to visit!
I bought him a book on Amazon and have it shipped to him. Have you heard of the guy that cut down that extremely rare yellow spruce up in the Charlottes? Haida Gwai actually. Well this is a book about him, which involves some history of logging. The guy was a forestry engineer, a bit of a wacko obviously. I think my brother will really enjoy it. Hopefully he hasn't read it. He is a prolific reader.
Well I am going to take this tired hot (as in fever) body to bed. Alice will be banging on my bedroom door bright and early. TTYL
QUIET: I am pretty grateful for quiet, in small doses. I find too much quiet gets my mind in a turmoil sometimes. The only time I really enjoy it is when I am reading a super good book. Then I am not so much grateful as I just don't notice.
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