Superlative Days

The funniest item I heard today was actually something I read.  On Facebook.  My cousin posted that her friend's request for a Starbuck's drink went like this, "I'll have one of those iced caramel my-coyotes, like you got me that one time."  Had me how-w-w-ling with laughter!

The best thing I did today?  Shopping with only the vaguest of plans but the warmest of hearts for a package soon to be snail-mailed to one of my bestest buds.  Tuesday next she hits 50 years of life, and that deserves a celebration in a box.  Ask around.  It's a specialty of mine.  I hit upon a theme, and I run with it.  My only regret is that I won't be there to see her open it.

The most unexpected but thoroughly welcomed surprise of the day arrived on the heels of a bag of Organic Yukon Blend coffee beans.  Mister Starbucks barista asked if I wanted a drink to go with my purchase.  "Sadly, no," I informed him because I'd been unable to snag my daughter's $2 treat receipt.  And then he reminded me that a free tall drink came with them there beans.  Glory be! and pass the iced soy latte with an extra shot of decaf for flavor!  If I was 30 years older, I'd say "what a nice young man."  But I'm still 40, so I'll say, "How professional of him to remind a paying customer of their earned Gold card services!"  He was very nice, though.

Backing out of today and reversing into Sunday past, my biggest coup of that day revolved around an afternoon shopping trip with my daughter.  For bras of all things.  My girls, like so many other girls and ladies today, have come under the seductive and highly expensive spell of Victoria's Secret.  They've insisted no other brand, no other store, could match their undergarments, especially the bras.  I scoffed at the idea, especially since their exposure to other makes and models is limited by their ardent affection for all things 'Vicky.'  They bring new meaning to the term 'brand loyalty.'

So on this Sunday after church, I suggested an outing with my high schooler.  Daughter, not son.  I only asked that she merely try one other store -- JCPenney.  "They have great clearance sales and you could buy several instead of just one if they have what you're looking for."  She said yes.  I said wonderful.  And off we went.  We scoured the racks, starting with the new stuff and working our way to the sales.  She oohed and aahed over the understated elegance of the fitting room.  And we left the store -- not a supermodel poster in sight -- with four brand new inexpensive but well-fitting foundation garments.  All for the cost of one inflated, in more ways than one, bra from the oversexed, uber-scented, garishly pink center of modern day lingerie mongering.  Score one for mom and the checkbook!

There you have it.  Coffee, bras, freebies, and boxes.  It's all I got for now.  And that's good enough.