Menorah-covered Bow Tie o’ the Day and I wish y’all a Happy Hanukkah. The Jewish celebration began last night and continues until the evening of December 10th. In another post, I’ll yack about what Hanukkah is, and I’ll also yack about how the word is spelled a number of ways– all of which are correct. Stay tuned for that spelling lesson.
When Hanukkah began last evening, Suzanne and I happened to be at Walmart, buying cases of Suzanne’s fave flavored water. Bow Tie was right there in the thick of things. I’m pretty sure going to Walmart is not part of official, traditional Hanukkah observances, but Bow Tie was fine with showing off its menorah-ness to Walmart patrons.
Notice Suzanne behind me in the photo with the loaded shopping cart. The cart was heavy, and difficult to push. It’s been my job over the years to do the lifting and toting and pushing of heavy things, but since my surgery, Suzanne has taken it over. I feel bad about this. I hate not doing my jobs, and I especially hate not being able to at least help Suzanne. She should not have to be the lifter and pusher and puller o’ weights. It’s been almost six months since I was sliced open, and I think it’s time for me to take my old lifting job back. But Suzanne is stubborn, and she keeps nixing the idea.
I do move heavy stuff when Suzanne is at work, if it’s in my way. Sometimes I move heavy things that don’t even need to be moved– just to spite her. Of course, they’re not extremely heavy things. Usually. And of course, I move them back to their original spots before she gets home from work, so she doesn’t catch on to my forbidden activity. I suppose it’s a bit passive-aggressive of me, but so what? So there!
Suzanne is as stubborn about not letting me move heavy objects as I am stubborn right now about growing out my hairs. She simply will not quit harping on me about how much she hates my hair and wants me to cut it. I say YES to anything Suzanne wants or wants me to do. But not about this hairs thing. Personally, I think she is not sure how to handle my NO about cutting my hairs. It’s like she’s never before heard NO come out of my mouth. It has discombobulated her.
Come to think of it, it has sort of discombobulated me too. I have never heard NO leave my lips before either, regarding whatever Suzanne wants. To be fair, I haven’t heard the word NO often from Suzanne either. We’re a pair o’ YES’s, eh?
[Thanks so much to those of you who informed me that mutts are allowed in MCR. I made the assumption they weren’t, and I didn’t even ask MCR staff if it was okay to bring Skitter in. I was a dope! Ask, people! Don’t assume. I told Skitter the fantastic news and she is already excited to go back to D-ville to see Mom and be afraid of everything and everybody in MCR.]
HOLIDAY TIE TALLY: 30 Bow ties. 74 Neckties.