Last year while Marty was in the hospital for his first hip surgery, I felt like I was spending all my time at Walgreens.  One trip I bought a raised toilet seat.  On another, crutches and ice packs.  Next, it was for more snacks and a bench for in the shower.  I was there so much that it sort of made me feel like pampering myself a bit and buying some Jean Nate.  Sevda joked with me later that she hadn't heard of the fine product line before, so I sent her some.  And lo and behold, Santa brought me some too.  And again, the joke was on me.  Because really, Jean Nate kind of stinks.


Santa and Jean Nate working together to bring me soft, smooth skin. 
December 2007