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01.26.07
It Really Is The Thought That Counts
posted by Absinthe | 2:23 PM
I was just about to hop in the shower in advance of my daily trip to Commerce – I can be a little late today because tournament registration there has finally entered the 20th century, with a 24-hour desk, so I registered after I went busto last night – when there was a knock at the door. Being unprepared for visitors (i.e. shirtless, sockless, and bleary-eyed) I grabbed the nearest thing I could find (yesterday’s shirt, no socks, no choice about the eyes) and went to see who was knocking.
Lovely wife, as it happens, bearing a gargantuan box with a suspicious Austin postmark. “It’s for you,” she says. “It says it’s for you,” I respond. “No, it’s for you.”
Opening it I discover a cornucopia/smorgasbord (smorgucopia?) of prepackaged, vaguely healthy-looking snacks – Clif bars, fruit strips, vegetable sticks, nuts, cookies, popcorn, three kinds of brownies, and some kind of paraffin-strengthened hand lotion that apparently contains magical suckout powers. (Et tu, paraffin? Where were you last night?) Also a lovely card indicating the provenance of this movable feast, namely that it comes from April & Chris, Wil, Otis, Alan and Phil.
You guys are awesome. The love is plain in the package. It’s fantastic to get such an outpouring of love from people I haven’t known all that long and who ultimately don’t know me all that well, by which I mean if you’d consulted my mother she’d have alerted you to the fact that I don’t eat nuts. But lovely wife surely does, and they’re a good way for her to get protein without having to abide the smell of cooking meat, which has been anathema to her for the last few months. So it all works out! And now I have something else to eat besides goldfish, Nutter Butters and beef jerky.
Time to go suit up. After a bath. Which will be bubbly because that is just. how. I. roll.
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January 26, 2007 at 3:04 PM
Given the success with which you thwarted my attempts to even contact your wife (you and the being so damn helpful!), I can’t even imagine the hoops one would have to jump through to get in contact with your mother.
Psycho-ly enough, I knew nuts would be an issue, but figured anything anything you didn’t love stood a fair chance of being accepted by the Mrs.
There’s also a part two coming via Alan tomorrow.
And we do love you. You non-nut eating freak.
January 26, 2007 at 4:08 PM
You don’t eat nuts but you eat Nutter Butters? What a paradox.
January 26, 2007 at 7:39 PM
April: Can you help me with something?
Me: Uh, I don’t know, maybe.
April: I’m putting together a care package for Ryan and –
Me: Whatever you want, I’m in. Just tell me what I can do.
You’re good people, man. We like you, so get used to it.
Now it puts the lotion on its skin, or it never sucks out again.
January 26, 2007 at 8:00 PM
Hope the stuff does you some good out there!
January 27, 2007 at 2:38 AM
That is really touching. Good luck to ya!