So Blind Linda’s center has a Christmas party today. And I agreed that she would choose a name and we would get a gift. Last night, Youngest Daughter wrapped up the gloves and the Christmasy necklace in a beautiful package and I put it where I would remember to give it to her driver to take to Easter Seals with her.

This morning, the driver came early (7:05 for an 8:00 pick up) and I was hurrying around here trying to get her out the door. As I passed by the gift, I grabbed it up and took it along with me.

WHY, OH, WHY DID I NOT PUT IT INTO A BAG??!!??!!??!??!?!?!?

As I hurried down the ramp to the waiting bus, the driver came dancing out, took one look at the nicely wrapped gift in my hand, said, “Oh, for me????” and before I could set the record straight grabbed me and hugged me and kissed my cheek quite firmly.

Oh, dear, oh, dear!

I quickly said, “On, no, no! This goes to center with Linda. They have a party today!”

His look was of that of crestfallen disappointment. I tried to redeem the situation by giving him a bag of party mix and a Christmas card, but between you and me and a fence post, I am glad he is taking off until New Years.

Later, after my husband’s rather perfunctory Good-bye kiss, I said, “Sweetheart, I am going to have to ask you for a proper kiss. I really need to get a bad memory out of my mind.”

Of course, he was clueless until I told him the rueful tale. Which he found to be inordinately amusing.

But he made good on my request for a proper kiss and I certainly have no complaints there!

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December 20, 2013 · 3:18 pm

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  1. That was just a sweet, happy ending!

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