I checked my e.mail this morning and there was a comment posted from Val.
This is how my mind works.
I was thinking about Val as I got in the shower, still laughing to myself about the right and left thing.
I got in the shower and picked up my Jergans soap and thought of Val's Mom Sue because that's the soap I remember her buying. Thinking of Sue always makes me happy. Since I'm thinking happy thoughts I think about the Sweet Tooth saloon.
I wonder what ever happened to the Sweet Tooth and why they closed. Since I am thinking about food I remember the Mariner where we could buy cigerettes in the machine if nobody was looking. Then thinking about restaurants, I remember the Wounded Pig. Not much to remember about the Pig. Now that I'm thinking about places that have closed, I think about Sprouse Rietz, or Reitz. Whatever. Was it Reetz or Ritz? I just remember calling it "Sprouse". I remember going there at lunch time, sneaking "off campus" without a note and buying candy. Thinking about school, I remember Susi Pullen piercing ears in the girls bathroom next to the cafateria at lunch. Ow. Remember how the lockers used to be in the hall? I was almost done in the shower, I just needed to wash my hair. So I picked up my new bottle of shampoo and thought of Julie because when she was here a couple times ago she bought the new L'oreal shampoo. It came in a cool bottle and I guess a part of you never grows up and still wants what your older sister has, so I bought the same kind of shampoo she did. Mine is in a pink bottle and her's was in an orange bottle because we have different hair types. I still think of her whenever I wash my hair though because it's the same kind of shampoo. Now I wrap up my thinking coming back to Val and the trip we took to Las Vegas. I was wearing my new Avon perfume the whole time we were there so now every time I see or wear that pefume I think of my trip to Vegas with Val, Glenn and Kelly. I keep my deodorant right next to that perfume, so when I use the deodorant I think of Val.
That's just the shower. Can you imagine the rest of my day?
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