a little blessing and perfumania

~BLESSINGS~

I was at Target this noon ...

And, of course, I've been to Target lots of times ... with my kids. And most of the time ... if I'm there long enough ... I notice several older ladies seem to give me this look that says ... oh, you're so lucky to have little ones ... and I'll attempt a smile and think yes, I am -- although blessed or fortunate are probably more appropriate words. But then my next thought is sometimes negative ... like ... but I'm so tired and overwhelmed...
 
Today, however, while I was at Target and receiving some of these "you're so fortunate" looks ... I didn't feel like smiling back. I wasn't feeling particularly thankful for my blessings. I was tired. Just tired. {I'm still recovering from sickness and I had trouble falling asleep last night. And then I awakened at 5:30 and couldn't get back to sleep.} But the fridge was empty ... other than a little milk and cheese and a few condiments ... so I had to go to the store in order to provide lunch -- albeit a late lunch -- for my blessings.

Anyway, after getting about three of those looks, I was prompted right then and there to call my children "blessings" instead of "kids" or "children" to help me be more thankful for them :) It worked. When I told Ezzie he was a blessing ... he said he wasn't :) But then I explained that a blessing is a special gift from God :) So ... as we did our shopping ... I said, "Come on, blessings." "Let's go, blessings." "Little Blessing, hold my hand." You get the idea :)

SEVERAL HOURS LATER ...

~PERFUMANIA~
Tonight, we were at Sam's Club ... still working at filling up the fridge ... and before I realized what Foofie was doing {I was kind-of in a fog}, Foofie {one of my blessings} tried on all of the tester/sample perfumes as though they were mosquito spray ... she told me afterwards that she did twenty squirts of each bottle ... ten on each arm.  Meanwhile Buddy {another blessing} was loudly telling her a few times that she's NOT a woman. "You're NOT a WOMAN! Perfume is for WOMEN!" And my Halo blessing was busy putting on too much parfum as well ...

Instead of saying something sensible like, "Put down the perfume."
I said to Buddy ... "Well, is Halo a woman?"
Because, you know, I was in a fog ...
I was aware enough, however, to notice that Buddy was not exclaiming at Halo ... just at Foofie.
"I don't know," he answered.
So ... he turned to her and said ...
"Are you a woman?"
"I'm becoming one," she replied.

Is this dialogue not nuts??? This probably wouldn't have happened if Husband hadn't taken off for the restroom ...

As I was retelling the perfume drama to my husband, he praised me with making my best sound effect ever -- the perfume squirt sound :) It was a proud moment ;)

And then he solved the woman question for all of us and determined that Halo is not a woman yet :)

And then we drove home with two highly fragranced gals -- and our windows open some -- while I explained proper perfume procedures :)