So, about that little Nashville souvenir I sent Stride from the cute, middle of nowhere post office after I saw the church sign that said It’s Better To Give Than To Receive (I know giving is receiving, but that’s a whole other blog post).  Well, he’s still not gotten it so I thought I’d call the tattoo parlor and ask about it.  I didn’t exactly have his exact address, so I sent it to the business he lives above.

I remember the first night when he told me that, “Oh, that’d be so dangerous and expensive for me!” I said.  “Yeah, for me too,” he agreed.  And that’s how I got to see his first tattoo (altho, I would see it again later 😉  It was a gorgeous design that had deconstructed DNA woven right under the bump of his bicep.  Later when we were lying in bed, I traced it over and over with my finger like it was on an infinity shaped rollercoaster.  I was a little mesmerized and he liked how it felt.  I’m not sure if it was a testament to his talent as a scientist or an artist.  Maybe both.

I describe the package and to help jog the memory of the nice man who’s job is I’m sure many other things besides being the delivery boy for my playmate upstairs, I softly mention that it had a lipstick kiss on the outside of it.  “I do remember a package with a lipstick kiss on it,” the guys says sweetly back.  He checks the mail area and then says that they used to have an artist that had the name Joe and would I like him to text him and see if he got it by mistake.   Oh goodness.

When he answered I couldn’t hear him at first and explained that I need to turn down the Gilmore Girls episode I was watching.  “And now I feel like I’m in an episode of the Gilmore Girls,” I say, which makes us both laugh.  Mine is more of a nervous laugh as I scan the memory bank wondering just exactly what it is I said in the note I enclosed.

“I’m glad it was only a magnet!” I tell Karen later through her laughter.  “And not a pair of your underwear?!” she asks.  More laughter.  I can always count on her to make my funny even funnier.

I needed that laugh.  I needed that ridiculous to break through my seriousness.  Today I was struggling a little with the where will I go and what will I do question as it looks like I need to leave from where I am.   Someone posted on Facebook, “If you take one thing seriously, you’re DEAD.  Note to self.”  It saved my ass.