I spent the weekend tracking down the following:
For Ali: a 10-pack of undershirts, 12 pairs of socks, and a travel-sized everything – from Scope to shaving gel to 2 tubes of Crest Complete.
For Maya: an endless supply of travel-sized carbs, a new (presentable) wardrobe, a DVD-player and matching earphones, and several non-TSA-approved Ziplocks to catch the inevitable vomit that will result from motion sickness and/or too many carbs.
And seeing as I’m about to face a 10-hour journey to London/Paris and 11 nights in close quarters with the two messiest people on the planet, I tracked down my acupuncturist to get a little something for myself.
“I’m getting on a long flight tomorrow and my kid won’t stop asking me questions like ‘Do leprechauns know how to spell?’ Can you stick an extra pin in me to help me out in the patience department?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he nodded. “Of course I can.”
8 needles (including one especially painful one in my right ear) and 45 minutes later my patience level hasn’t increased one iota. So either Dr. Lu is the best salesman in the world or one must be patient when it comes to seeing results from acupuncture.
Am I the only one who sees the irony here?