He spaces on tampons, too. I use one of two types. And apparently the shop doesn't carry them at the same time. So he finds himself just staring at the wall of feminine products, scanning for familiar fonts and graphics, never sure until he gets home if he is right. I gave him the box tops from each type, so he can keep them in his wallet for reference, but he stopped carrying a wallet and understandably doesn't want to carry tampon packaging in his pockets with his ID and cards. Can't say as I blame him.
I broke my favorite glass yesterday. I was getting it out of the fridge, off the bottom shelf and had a tenuous grasp on it, and Doc started "AH YA BLAH YA YA WATER BRITA FOR ME NOW" and distracted me and as I turned to him to see what his damage was, I lost hold of the glass. It was a cool glass. 12 oz., ripply, just a great glass. It is the only one of mine that I unpacked. When Doc went to Dollar Tree later on in the day, he got me a new glass. 10 oz., with small bubbles randomly spread out in the glass. It reminds me of the glass in Washington's place in Valley Forge and in the windows of the White House, that has settled over the years (since glass is not a solid, but a liquid) and formed bubbles in the panes of glass. It is so cool.
We're getting a washing machine tomorrow! I know what I'm doing after I put my studio back together. Laundry: the Quest for Cyd's Clothes.
Now it's a quest for Cyd's sleep before the Seroquel munchies kick in.