Okey – Dokey.
So, I’m sitting here today feelin’ itchy “south of the border”, don’t ’cha know? And it dawns on me, “Yep, we stayed at my brother’s and sister-in-law’s last month for my younger brother’s wedding, if you recall, and the Princess happened to comment that she liked their toilet paper.”
Nice and smooth, ‘don’t ’cha know, on her highness’ hinny.
So, she tells me last week, “Give your sister-in-law a holler, and find out what kind of toilet paper they use, OK?”
“I’ve gotta go to work,” she continues, while heading out the door, “so make sure you call her, alright?”
“OK, no biggy”, I think to myself, while giving our front room a quick lookey-loo for spider webs and termites. I’ll just add that to my “little honey do list” today and see what I can do for the little Sweetheart!
Have I told you about our termite adventure yet, People? NO? The Princess and I are “special”! We live in the land of constant sunshine and warmth and have a vaulted ceiling that termites just love.
“Did you know, People, that termites hunker down for three seasons outta four in VAULTED CEILINGS in CA??”
“Yep. They do.” (Hunker down in vaulted ceilings, that is.)
We’re so lucky, the Princess and I!
And trying to be ever so eco-friendly and all, we had the exterminator use “orange oil” on the little buggers.
Yes, you heard right: ORANGE OIL! Supposed to be “non-toxic for you and your animals,” don’t ’cha know, and dastardly on the termites themselves.
Yes siree, Bob! These here termites are shaking in their little termite booties, sipping on Orange Julius’s as I write this!!
I ain’t got time for this, for Criminy sakes! I gotta buy the Princess some super-smooth textured t.p., or one of us is gonna be having a little ’tude tonight, don’t ’cha know?
Okey – Dokey.
So, as I’m entering the local Target store, I say to myself, “Let me just ask this nice-looking clerk if he can help direct me to the t.p. aisle.”
I give myself a quick look over and pat down for drool, lotion goobers, snot and possible termite escapees; and then proceed to ask the clerk where their t.p. is. (Note: For those few of you who don’t know about the drool, lotion goobers, and snot: Where the heck have you been??!! Seriously!)
OK, I digress.
So, I get to the t.p. aisle and go into high anxiety mode! (It’s kinda my body’s version of the National Weather’s alert system for hurricanes, only for my special, sensitive Buddha Belly Body!)
I’m lookin’ down two very long aisles, packed 3 shelves high with every kind of t.p. under the sun, and I’m thinkin’, “WTS!”(No pun intended!)
“Where in God’s creation have I been for the past 10 years?! This is either the Mother Lode of T.P., or I’ve wandered into some kind of Hallmark store for T.P.!!!”
“Cazzo! How the hell am I going to choose that special t.p. for her highness’s tush?!!! One brand alone has 5 different kinds!”
Hmm…Let me get serious here: We’ve got your “Gentle care with Aloe and Vitamin E and wider sheets.”
(OK. The Princess and I have gained a few pounds during menopause; the wider sheets could be good. And my Doctor told me I need to start taking some extra vitamins; so the vitamin E could be beneficial, as well.)
We’ve got your “Ultra Comfort Care that’s thick and cushiony.”
(Uh Huh, I wouldn’t mind some thick, cushiony t.p. caressing my hinny.)
Then there’s your “Strong and Absorbent” followed two rows down next to your, “Ultra Soft Mega Plus t.p. with the Scent of Chamomile.”
(Hmm.. this has some serious potential: If you accidentally blow wind some day (in say a movie theater or grocery store), no worries! You’ve got the scent of chamomile to “cover your odiferous gift to the world.”
We’ve got your, “Double plus, more absorbent; uses 4x’s less.”
(You wanna tell me how they got that little statistic?! Please, I’d like to know!)
And last but not least, the ever popular “Econo Grade – No fuss. No muss: Wipes your butt and gets you outta-the-john-in-a-hurry kind!”
(Apparently, that’s similar to the one we already have, so I’ll pass on that one!)
Okey – Dokey, Artichokey!
This is not gonna be an easy decision, but I’ve gotta date with Larry, Curly and Moe of The Three Stooges Termite Co., and I don’t have time to be too fussy, don’t ’cha know?
So I grab the gentle care with aloe and vitamin E! It’s got a $1.00 off coupon stuck on it, and I’m sure this “is a sign” to buy it!
Yep. Life is just swell, People; just swell!
I’m sitting here squirming around on my desk chair feeling awfully “sensitive” in these here delicate parts of my body, and it’s slowly sinking in:
“You darn fool! You’re allergic to everything under the sun (and then more!).”
“I bet you’re allergic to the new T.P.!”
“For Chriminy sakes, Lucie! You’d best be taking the new allergy drug Dr. T. ordered for you last week! Otherwise, it’s gonna be a long night! A very long night!!!!”
That’s Life in My Shoes today, People! Go out and spread a little sunshine around for others! You never know what people are going through in their shoes.
And by all means, People, don’t be buying any new toilet tissue without giving some SERIOUS consideration to your little sensitivities!! Until next week……“Life in Lucie’s Shoes” is always an adventure!