I am changing my name from Chemo Caps to Happy Hats because I want to make people smile when they are having a bad day! I have been sending a lot of them to nursing homes for fun. I bought a bag of mixed buttons so I can make Happy Faces on them. Here is an example of one!
Carolina is an online college student and a big fan: “I am a huge fan of yours and I always will be.”
“This was the last family photo taken with our Dad. We always had family photo taken when we were all together at once. This was taken Spring 2007…”
“This was taken the 2nd night on our cruise after dinner in the Candle Light Lounge. We still carry on taking family photos without Dad. I wish he could’ve been there with us. Taken June 2010”
“This is Mrs. News ‘celebrating’ being me! Still in California looking for Jenny at all of the Walgreens stores…..”
“Here’s a pic of me taken a few weeks ago (like 2 weeks ago). I turn the big 5-0 on Saturday! Hugs to you.” (Lesli loves making my microwave popcorn – every day!)
One luxury I enjoy is really soft sheets. They’re not always the most expensive, in fact the highest thread count is not always the softest sheet. I used to get Wamsutta Elite Sateen but they don’t make them any more. These were like sleeping on a cloud of fluffy whipped cream. Luckily, I had bought three sets before they stopped making them and figured they would last for years. Imagine my horror when a few weeks ago, we discovered a tear in the bottom sheet. This was not a tiny tear – it was two feet long! This can’t be – it’s my Elite Sateen! But the sheets were old so I accepted that it was wear & tear and sewed it back together. The next time, the same sheet came up ripped again, this time in shreds. I decided that you can’t sew a sheet back together and threw it away. (actually, I cut it up into cleaning rags).
So, on to the next set of Wamsutta’s. After two nights on the bed, this bottom sheet was torn too – multiple times. Two sheets in shreds?! An investigation was in order. First of all, both the tears happened on HIS side of the bed so without placing blame, I asked Denis how he thinks this could have happened. He reminded me the sheets were old and his skin is rougher and these things happen. Then I slowly glanced down at his bare feet. The nail on his big toe was so long, if he sat on the roof and stuck out his foot, that toe could shade the entire patio on a sunny day!
“You could slice a ham with that toe nail,” I said. “That’s what happened to the sheets!” He refused to believe his toe nail was responsible, but I know different. If the last Wamsutta Elite gets destroyed, I’m buying him an industrial nail file, or maybe an electric sander.