I guess I've been a little distracted lately. I didn't realize it until I was rummaging around in the bathroom closet this morning.
Two unopened packs of toilet paper were tossed carelessly on top of the mess of semi folded sheets, discarded tee shirts and other paraphernalia that had been stuffed behind the pale blue door. 8 extra rolls of toilet paper is probably not something the average American would get excited about, not even taking into account the additional 12 pack still lying on the love seat where it was carelessly tossed after a recent shopping trip, but this is the House of Loompa, where toilet paper is in high demand and practically flies off the rolls in such alarming speed that rationing has seriously been considered.
In my preoccupation I seem to have been on a subconscious TP buying spree. Almost every trip to the store resulted in another pack of twin ply quilted softness. We now have enough Charmin to keep the Oompas tushes squeaky clean for the next month!
Ah, who am I kidding, there is no such thing as 'enough' toilet paper in the House of Loompa! They'll probably use up this plethora of tp in a matter of hours.
Lisa's surgery was a success and she is resting at home. She has already been on the computer and sent me a picture of her incision. At first I found the scar quite terrible to see, but then I was over come by its beauty. Morbid you say? Not at all. To me the scar is a testament of her strength, courage and determination to defeat this disease that threatened her life. Pink is the color chosen for Breast Cancer Survivors, but its pink steel. Beautiful pink steel.
Mama is doing well also. She is preparing for her 10th of 12 chemo treatments. Her last one should be mid March. Thanks from the bottom of my heart for all of the prayers and well wishes... again! You folks are amazing!
"A woman is like a tea bag, you never know how strong she is until she gets into hot water." Eleanor Roosevelt