As most of you know, my sister Kim was diagnosed with colon cancer in January of 2007.  She underwent surgery 6 days later and has been on chemo ever since.  Until now, every body scan has showed improvement in her condition.  Until now.

Even 2 months ago, Kim’s last CT scan showed shrinking tumors.  But her cancer score has been creeping up, and the result from yesterday’s scan is not the news we were praying for.  The tumors are larger this time, and there are shadows on her lungs, which the doctor believes to be new tumors.

You can read more details on Kim’s carepage:

www.carepages.com

Her page is called KIMRAMSTETTER2007.  And please pray for my sis.

I thought I should tell one on myself today.

David and I were at Target several years ago looking at men’s underwear.  It was time for a new style, some color.  Anyway, we were browsing, and I went around the corner of the display to look at the other side, followed by my less-experienced-at-shopping husband.  Then I saw it.  Taking the package off the hanger I enthusiastically said “You’ve GOT to buy this underwear!”  When I turned to see what he thought, I realized “he” wasn’t David after all, but a stranger.  A man, of course.

I have no idea if he took, my advice, but I’m pretty sure he had a good laugh.  I know we did.

Over a year ago my adoring husband wrote in his blog about the fact that I purchased underwear for him at Goodwill.  You can read that blog here:

http://dbaumgartner.com/2007/07/04/the-lighter-side/

The problem is that he didn’t tell the whole truth.  The whole truth includes the fact that the underwear was NEW.  NEW in a torn package and donated to Goodwill by Target.  So people read that blog and some, no doubt, thought I was cheap enough, disgusting enough to buy used undies.

This summer a thought crossed my mind of what would be the perfect revenge.  I employed the assistance of my oldest child, who I know is ornry enough to participate and keep the secret.  It took several trips to a variety of used goods stores to find the perfect pair.  Similar enough to his other underwear to slip by undetected.  The right size.  Solid color.  Used.

An evil smile comes to my face whenever they go through the laundry.  It’s been a couple of months now.  He’s finding out the same way you are (except those of you I’ve told about my “dirty little secret”).

Hopefully I’ll live to blog another day.