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Sometimes I think in a Smeagol voice, especially when tired. But this story must be told today because it is so quirky.
It starts a year ago. My wonderful, amazing, and sometimes bored at work friend Brandie* found an awesome deal on winter coats. She also found a coupon code. For a mere $25 I got a winter coat for Sebastian and an awesomely ugly ring for myself. (*Name changed to protect the spectacular friend that is always working hard and never chatting on the internet)
The ring was delivered on schedule. The coat, however, was not. It was missing. The package was entirely too small for the coat. We were leaving for Kansas City in a few days, in November, and my darling little boy would get a chill. We needed a coat.
The next part has faded a bit into history. There may have been some yelling at JCP about the coat, some driving wildly to pick up a coat, some haggling to get the right price as promised, and the back-ordered missing coat order cancelled. But, rest assured, Sebastian was not cold from November 2011 to present. He had his Precious.
For the record, he calls it a coat like a normal person. And I call it a coat until 11 pm, at which time it turns into a magical coat that makes you disappear. You have to eventually take a long walk and drop it into a pit of fire, but we're not there yet.
Fast forward to yesterday. Nothing happened coat-wise yesterday but I'm trying to make my blog longer.
Fast forward again to today. I get a call from a nice lady at the shipping company saying that they have a package for me from JCP. I am thrilled, although I have no idea what the contents might be. I think perhaps David bought me a present. Called him and found out that no, he did not. I think it is a secret admireror. Perhaps a rich relative died. Could it be a pay it forward red ballgown? I'm sort of in the market for one of those.
I go to the store. I frantically and joyfully rip open the package. And there, nestled away is Precious II. It had been back-ordered for over a year. It is delightful as far as Precious' go, I suppose. Clean and new and orange. But we already have a Precious and having two in the house is just asking for trouble.
Anyhow, it all ended well. We gave Precious II to the school to give to a cold kid. Sebastian's teacher already had someone in her class that needs it, so that's even better. It was just odd, you know? A little unexpected visitor. Nothing huge, really. Not a baby or a new car or a gigantic statue of Elvis. Just a Precious, meant for someone else.
It starts a year ago. My wonderful, amazing, and sometimes bored at work friend Brandie* found an awesome deal on winter coats. She also found a coupon code. For a mere $25 I got a winter coat for Sebastian and an awesomely ugly ring for myself. (*Name changed to protect the spectacular friend that is always working hard and never chatting on the internet)
The ring was delivered on schedule. The coat, however, was not. It was missing. The package was entirely too small for the coat. We were leaving for Kansas City in a few days, in November, and my darling little boy would get a chill. We needed a coat.
The next part has faded a bit into history. There may have been some yelling at JCP about the coat, some driving wildly to pick up a coat, some haggling to get the right price as promised, and the back-ordered missing coat order cancelled. But, rest assured, Sebastian was not cold from November 2011 to present. He had his Precious.
For the record, he calls it a coat like a normal person. And I call it a coat until 11 pm, at which time it turns into a magical coat that makes you disappear. You have to eventually take a long walk and drop it into a pit of fire, but we're not there yet.
Fast forward to yesterday. Nothing happened coat-wise yesterday but I'm trying to make my blog longer.
Fast forward again to today. I get a call from a nice lady at the shipping company saying that they have a package for me from JCP. I am thrilled, although I have no idea what the contents might be. I think perhaps David bought me a present. Called him and found out that no, he did not. I think it is a secret admireror. Perhaps a rich relative died. Could it be a pay it forward red ballgown? I'm sort of in the market for one of those.
I go to the store. I frantically and joyfully rip open the package. And there, nestled away is Precious II. It had been back-ordered for over a year. It is delightful as far as Precious' go, I suppose. Clean and new and orange. But we already have a Precious and having two in the house is just asking for trouble.
Anyhow, it all ended well. We gave Precious II to the school to give to a cold kid. Sebastian's teacher already had someone in her class that needs it, so that's even better. It was just odd, you know? A little unexpected visitor. Nothing huge, really. Not a baby or a new car or a gigantic statue of Elvis. Just a Precious, meant for someone else.
Holy bikinis Batgirl, my nickname when working at Presby Plano, that was given to me by an adult with aspergers, was Smeagol. He always greeted me in the morning when I'd walk in the office with "Hello Smeagol" then he'd go back to typing away. He was a real freak. Another story for another day. All I've got to say is I have your "precious" right freaking here. Or, maybe I don't. Anyway, good day.
ReplyDeleteOkay, that's just a cute story!! Can you imagine waiting a full YEAR for a back-ordered coat!! Good thing you headed over and got one! Also--hopefully the trip to drop off the Precious won't result in a bitten-off finger, haha. :)
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