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My slave and I had a small conversation this afternoon, that sort of started when I arrived home from running errands with my wife. It was a continuation of a conversation (after a fashion) she and I had been having over the last few days.
She’s been having trouble getting used to using Spotify without the fancy doodads that are included with a paid membership. I’ve been paying for her membership for the most part over the last year. It ran out sometime in the last week or so, and the lack of the ability to fast forward as well as other expectations were getting to be a little much for her. There was a veiled mention of the fact this week is National Nurse’s Aide Week, and generally, on those sorts of weeks, the professional or worker in question gets a gift. Usually from their employer or a spouse, in recognition of the work that the person does and doesn’t necessarily get noticed or rewarded.
I looked it up and yes it certainly is that particular week, and since none of her family were likely to be moved to give her anything, much less her employer (the CEO sent out a blanket statement to the workforce, thanking them for their hard work, their dedication and so on, basic boilerplate in lieu of anything more substantial, like money for instance) I was intending to extend her Spotify membership anyway, as a reward for all of her hard work and dedication and because sometimes its the right thing to do.
Of course, I hadn’t done it right away, so there was a text message this afternoon for all intents and purposes pleading with me to re-up ASAP since she was really having a hard time without it. My response in this instance was typically me “Oy”. I also made reference to a saying that I have whenever someone says something is driving them crazy. I would have thought after 3-4 years of knowing me, she would have known about it, and I even suggested she could earn brownie points for it, but no, she didn’t. I had to clue her in about it. Again.
Person #1: I can’t stand it anymore, it’s driving me crazy!
Person #2: Y’know, it’s not so much a long drive, as a short putt.
Yes, I think it’s funny. Honestly, I don’t care if you don’t. If you do, woo woo and a ^5.
At this point, I made an off-hand comment about needing to make an Amazon shopping list, since there were several other things I knew she was out of, and with money being tight, unlikely she was going to be getting them anytime soon. Naturally, once I put one thing in the cart (sunscreen) others started popping to mind that she was going to need in the near future. At some point, I asked a question I hadn’t inquired about for many months. Whether or not she had a decent pair of shoes for work. As expected, the answer was no, she was still wearing ones she got from the dollar store, of all places. So back to Amazon to seek out a sturdy pair of nurse’s shoes, that will last longer than however long dollar store shoes last. Five minutes would be my off-handed guess on that one.
Naturally, I found several possibles, but the designs on them were fairly hideous. Does no one make shoes in plain white, or black anymore? After more time than I thought I would spend on this mission, I finally came across a pair of Skechers that would do well. Made certain of the sizing, and put them in the cart.
Lastly, I asked about her medications. In for a penny, in for a pound, right? After some banter, and back and forth, she admitted that she was out of two important ones that are OTC, and could be ordered from Amazon. Popped them into the cart, along with some generic Aleve and I was pretty much done. I added in the Spotify gift card and called it complete. During the final part of the conversation, we covered the one thing we always do, when she tells me “You don’t have to do this.” Believe me, slave, I know I don’t have to. But I also know no one else is going to help out. You may not be blood, but in a very important manner, you’re my responsibility. So I do what I can when I can. If positions were reversed, you’d be doing this as well. We’ve had that particular conversation more times than I can count.
I closed out the cart and put the shipping information in, my CC info and pressed the ‘Place the Order’ button. It’s on its way to her and should arrive by Saturday. I know she’s grateful, I know she’s also a bit melancholy that I had to bail her out again. Should be a trifecta when she reads this and sees I posted about it.
In for a penny, in for a pound. I’m investing in our future. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.