Apparently my reputation as a Hockey Mom-Drug Dealer got out because last night someone decided that I apparently hid my stash in our 1997 Ford Escort. You know, the typical car of very SUCCESSFUL drug dealing mothers.
Apparently the stench of sour milk scared them off, but not before they broke a window, the dome light and smashed the steering column.
The investigating police officer, staring rather ironically at our vehicle, wondered aloud why we were targeted, considering the much nicer vehicles parked in the driveways around us.
I didn't tell her they were probably going for my Advil. Living the life of a dealer is dangerous. I guess I will have to give it up now. Shucks. It was a fun 24 hours.
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Rumor-Ville
I walked into the dentist's office this morning with Miss Not so Tiny in one arm, Miss Precious in the other and Miss Curious wrapped around my leg. Quite a sight, I imagine. The receptionist at the office has been there as long as we have lived in the town and lives just up the road from us. In other words, she knows OF us, and knows the kids, but is not involved in the intimate details of our lives.
The conversation turned to what we have been up to in the last six months. She had heard of the cancer diagnosis and quickly turned the conversation to WHY I had cancer. I told her that we had no idea why I had cancer and I had no risk factors that we know of. There was a pause. A long pause.
"Oh", she said, "I heard you got cancer because you abused and over used Advil".
I swallowed. HARD. "No" I sort of calmly replied, "I have never abused any drugs. The issue with Advil is that after organ surgery you cannot take any medication like that"
"I guess it was just a rumor then" she said.
YES PEOPLE. IT IS JUST A RUMOR. A really, really stupid rumor at that. So whoever in town is telling people that I got cancer because I took too many Advil. Could you please stop? Thank You.
Oh the joys of living in a town where everyone THINKS they know your business, and they really do NOT.
The conversation turned to what we have been up to in the last six months. She had heard of the cancer diagnosis and quickly turned the conversation to WHY I had cancer. I told her that we had no idea why I had cancer and I had no risk factors that we know of. There was a pause. A long pause.
"Oh", she said, "I heard you got cancer because you abused and over used Advil".
I swallowed. HARD. "No" I sort of calmly replied, "I have never abused any drugs. The issue with Advil is that after organ surgery you cannot take any medication like that"
"I guess it was just a rumor then" she said.
YES PEOPLE. IT IS JUST A RUMOR. A really, really stupid rumor at that. So whoever in town is telling people that I got cancer because I took too many Advil. Could you please stop? Thank You.
Oh the joys of living in a town where everyone THINKS they know your business, and they really do NOT.
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