My mother is definitely scheduled for surgery on Monday, supposed to start between 1100-1200 EDT.
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I went to Build-A-Bear for the first time yesterday.
I had been meaning to go, because they had a limited edition Build-A-Hello Kitty.
I'm nuts for Hello Kitty.
Not bad nuts, but I guess I should say I'm entertained by all things Hello Kitty. I don't have 1001 doodads ... just a couple of watches, a cellphone charm, a wallet, the occasional online avatar ...
So, anyway.
I was going to go to Build-A-Bear last weekend because a coworker told me about the limited time Hello Kitty. She was only supposed to be available through July 5th.
With all the chaos involving my mother, I didn't make it.
I figured that eventually I would get there.
Yesterday was the first time that I was able to get to the Stupidly Big Mall™. I decided not to go to a party after visiting with my mom, just so I could have some time to myself.
And what a time I had.
I quickly noticed that I was the only person over 40 there without children in tow. I'm used to this. A cheery Bear Adoption Consultant (or however they refer to themselves) greeted me at the entrance to the store. She helped me through the early stages of the Build-A-Bear process. Selecting my new friend's "skin" was easy. I was guided through the stuffing preliminaries by another cheerful young lady, who managed to get me to behave in an assortment of goofy ways as I warmed my new friend's gingham check heart between my hands, jumped up and down and wiggled to add joy and smiles, and placing in love and good wishes.
A hug check to make sure she was stuffed properly, and she was sewn up, and escorted to the bath for a final plush brushing.
Dressing her was actually more of a challenge that I thought. I almost immediately found the cutest of tee shirts, but had to shop about a bit for the white demin skirt with eyelet lace hem and Sketchers Sneakers. I passed on the Hello Kitty purse, but did get the underwear. You can't go without underwear, after all! I got some extra bows, and a set of very cute jammies for bedtime.
Fill out her birth certificate, and it's time to go home.
I also got her a little friend (a mini-bear dressed like a witch) to hang out with while I am at work.
You can't feel bad after that. It's just not possible.
