Last week a customer service rep from The Lucille Ball-Desi Arnaz Center called to tell me the Lucy nightshirt I ordered had been returned to them because of a mistake in my address. She asked me to confirm the correct address, the shirt came, and I've been slipping into it ever since.
The coolest thing about this entire episode -- other than that the shirt itself, since the whites of Lucy's eyes are soooo bright I think they glow in the dark -- is that when the call came last week, Caller ID read: Lucille Ball (short for The Lucille Ball-Desi Arnaz Center). I love coming home, checking my messages and seeing that Lucy called me.
As silly impulse purchases go, this one has brought me a great deal of joy.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
There's an Italian take out place town town called Tony Soprano's. I ordered from them last year for take out (which I rarely do) and they called back to check the address (because they are idiots and thus I won't order delivery from them again) and the caller id said Tony Soprano. Now, I'm not a Soprano's fan-but it still cracked me up.
ReplyDeleteI would love to see 'lucille ball' on my caller Id!
ReplyDeletethat is so great. I am a Lucy fan too! the shirt looks great!