Preamble: I’m just going to nudge back in here like I didn’t just disappear for a month, so just.. be cool, okay? I figure I can commit to writing at least every two weeks right? And then nobody’s expectations are too high and I don’t feel a sense of failure. Ok? Great. End preamble.
Remember when we first moved in with my dad and I cleaned out the medicine cabinet and Daddy freaked out and took stuff out of the garbage?
Last night, Saint Tom said he was throwing away some expired ibuprofen and I fought him on it because “Expired Advil isn’t going to hurt you. It’s just a scam by big pharma.” And he was all, “It’s not a scam; they’re looking out for your well-being.” (Aw, but…)
Anyway, I let it go. But this morning, I saw the box in the garbage and it was the liqui-gel kind! In case you don’t know, liqui-gel capsules are amazing and work way faster than tabs and I pay a premium for them.
So, obviously, I *considered* pulling the box out of the garbage. And literally the only thing that stopped me was the knowledge that I was in the same bathroom where I had previously argued with my dad for pulling crap out of the garbage, as if you can’t just buy new band-aids.
I left the ibuprofen in the garbage, with the comforting thought that I can afford to buy new liqui-gels. Although, now that I think about it, I will probably just buy the crappy Target brand regular pills because they’re way cheaper.
I don’t know what the moral is here: