As it turned out, I do have a little bit more
juice today.
Actually, it's not exactly that. You may recall I mentioned the other day that we'd repair what we could of all that vitamin deficiency damage, and some of that will happen tomorrow, so I guess I might be a little bit nervous.
And what could calm me down more than telling my adoptees about the wonderful thing that happened to me this week!
I received the opportunity to be part of a PIF so wonderful that even though it's offline, I bet you'll say it totally counts.
I learned that a couple of my fellow old and sick people, located in a far away place where obtaining e-cigarette supplies is "challenging," urgently needed to Upgrade from tobacco cigarettes.
So I raided my Unscheduled Zombie Attack Preparedness Kit, gathered up a couple of hookah-doodles and wirelesses, the necessary wall rodents and chargers for same, some empty cartomizers and some with flavors I either can't taste at all or don't like and yes, some
juice!
Although my tasting function is more dysfunctional than ever right now for boring medi-drama reasons, I took some I'd put aside to await its return, proclaimed it Not Really My Juice
**, threw in a few nail art stickers and bindis for purposes ornamental and
organizational (oops, sorry for using the o-word) and packed it all up for an airplane ride and a safe,
undisturbed and uneventful arrival into the gentle hands of the intended recipients,
and nowhere else.
I just found out today that's exactly what happened, and Puffing Practice is now officially (and discreetly) underway!
(The airplane ride was funded by a kind person who is far from wealthy but this was her holiday gift to herself - and to me!)
** Sometimes the universe appoints us as temporary docents of juice which we will eventually be privileged to PIF to its rightful owner.
...Still enjoying my hiphoptomatus pillow...
He sure is enjoying you! He says you're the funniest and most delightful pet he could possibly ever have!
(He also whispered that you make them all laugh so much that sometimes they move the felt squares around to make it your turn at Story Time when it really isn't. Shhhhh. Just go with it).