Wouldn't You Like to Be a Pepper Too?
This morning, I was miserable. I so felt like Sept 1, 1999, I practically felt a breeze on my face from the pages of the calendar whipping back in time. I was dizzy/nauseous/double-visionary. I was numb from the top of my noggin to the tips of all twenty extremities. Yes, Nicole! Tingling fingers and toes! Gotta be that Topamax, right? RIGHT?
I pounded down two large coffees in order to try to bring my system to something close to equilibrium, and I had just cracked open a Diet Dr. B.
Dr B soda is H-E-B's Dr Pepper equivalent. Perfect. It's just perfect. The label states, "Cures your Thirst!" In my circle, Dr B (Bogaev) can cure most everything.
I knew once the caffeine and fervent prayers took effect, I'd be able to make it through the rest of the day.
Just then, the precious mailroom man set a ProFlowers box next to my chair. I was leaving a voicemail. I saw the box and just knew. When I got off the phone, my co-worker Linda helped me slice into the box, and unwrap two dozen multi-colored roses! They do this so that I will still have flowers left. I love to give them away. People are so happy when they get flowers, even if yeah, yeah, they die. They're pretty and they make people happy. I love that.
My Unloseable Mom and Dad sent me a dozen a couple years ago, then eighteen for a brain birthday. Today, I got two dozen and the order included a box of Ghirardelli chocolate. I got HOOKED UP!
I'm going to take Dr B. a case of that soda when I go to see him.
