That time I almost bought things that I don't need, enjoying May and all my friends are turning 50.

I hopped in my car from the gym the other day and dropped my phone in the seat next to my lap. When I arrived at my destination, I picked up my phone just in time to verify which address I wanted the 14 Amazon echo Dot's that I'd ordered to be delivered to.
What the what?
Yeah, my thigh thought we needed those.
*that was a close one*
Smartphones might be a little to easy to work where my leg is concerned.

It's May! Well, it's actually May 4th.
I always enjoy May; it brings Mother's day and our wedding anniversary.
And this May, we have a weekend with our besties planned, then I have a 'surprise destination' trip with girlfriends and we also have a date with Billy Currington. All.GOOD.STUFF.


This week one of my favorite friends turned 50 and boy oh boy, does she make 50 look good. She claims that 'stress' will do that to you! Gosh do I love her and I so wish she had less stress in her life.

2018

Here we are on my 40th birthday almost 11 years ago. 

We've been friends for around 20 years; and dare I say, I think we look better now!

2007

Have a fantastic weekend doing whatever it is that you do on the weekend. If you need me, I'll be enjoying friends, the Coach and perhaps a margarita. Cinco De Mayo baby!

XOXO

What Store Did I Just Walk Into?

A few weeks ago I had to send a very important banking document out of state and I needed to make sure it got there quickly and with confirmation.

I looked online for my closest authorized Fed Ex shipper. I briefly looked at the map I found on their site and realized it was just down the street in a Publix plaza.

 This plaza has been standing as long as we've lived here and it dawned on me that I've used this shipper years ago.

(In general, I use the post office for all mailings)

I hopped in my car, drove to the plaza and strutted my stuff in; happy to have this ordeal done with.

I looked up at the sign over the counter and it said:
The UPS Store.

Me thinking: Huh? I swear this was the Fed Ex location on the website.

{picture me thinking very very hard at this moment and realizing that I didn't look at the address of the Fed Ex location, just the street name}

The young man behind the counter said Hi and asked if he could help me.

And here is where I asked the stupidest question I could have asked:

Can I send something via Fed Ex from here?

As soon as I said it, I could almost read his mind. Surely you could too:

"Girl, can you READ? THIS IS THE UPS store!!!

Of course, he was too polite to state the obvious.

And yes, I sent my very important document via UPS ground. It was after all a matter of convenience at this point....and a bit of humiliation too.

It was one of "those" days.
XOXO

I know it is not politically correct, but I wish people came with labels.

Has anyone else watched the series Top Of The Lake? I had not heard of it until I saw Elisabeth Moss (Mad Men) on one of my favorite indulgences Andy Cohen on Watch What Happens on Bravo. 

Anyhoo's the series peaked my interest;  mostly because I could watch the entire season at once. And since I seem to ONLY watch an entire series of shows now in lieu  of one a week, I searched for it on netflix.

It is a great series, very intense with some weird characters.  I'm a fan of weird.
I watched it over the course of a few weeks.

(I do most of my tv viewing while exercising, so I can justify it completely)

{being in the vicinity of my weights & bike IS exercising right?}

The funny thing about this show was that I had a hard time understanding the characters when they spoke. I kept saying to myself and out loud. 
I don't get British-speak. Why do the English talk so darn funny?

My inner self replied: Because they are not from these parts!
My inner self is judgemental and kind of b*tchy.

I would have to rewind a few times each episode to try and figure out what the heck they were saying.

Then I noticed some of the characters kept mentioning to another:

"You should go back to Sydney."

"Things are better for you in (and?) Sydney."

Me thinking: Who the heck IS this Sydney character, I haven't seen her!!

Then one day (after episode 5) I googled the show to get some information on it and realized they were not speaking British.

Wait for it.

They were in New {freakin'}  Zealand.

If you have seen any of this show, you can tell from the gorgeous views that it is NOT England.

Me? It took some time.

Not only did I have the wrong country, I was on the wrong flippin' continent!

**

This reminded me of a little funny from a few years ago.
My friend Dawn and I were volunteering at a huge band function. We had a walkie-talkie and had to communicate with another parent that was located across the school to coordinate bands coming and going off the field.

I had a hard time understanding this man and I asked Dawn:
What country is he from?

Dawn:
RHODE ISLAND!


Nope, you can't get anything past me.


XO

Feeding the blog

Last week while driving in the car, Lindsay says to me: 

Did you know Neil Armstrong died?

Me: yes.

her: That is so sad.

Me: Yes, but honey, he was 82 years old...he lived a long and full life.

Her {with a confused face} He was THAT old? I had no idea....

Me: {Lightbulb over my head} Um, you might be thinking of Lance Armstrong; the bicyclist.

Her: Oh.....ummmmm.....yeah.

Me:  You just love to give me good blog fodder don't you?

Her: Yep, I am food for your blog with my stupidity.

Of course, this is not stupidity...this is blond-itity...there is a difference.

xoxo 

Misled by my dreams.

Some, of you are under the impression that I am mostly normal, as well as mostly perfect. And I can understand why....that is the persona that I throw out there.

I hate to break any of those ideas, because they are mostly true. But if I were to be an honest person, which is not a fun person, those ideas are not true. Mostly fiction.  I am not really normal, but in my eyes...that's just perfect. I haven't met a normal person that I liked in like...um forever.

 Me, contemplating deep thoughts...like "what are we having for lunch today and does my butt look bigger today than yesterday?"

Two facts you might not know about me: I always sleep with at least ONE ear plugged and I love chewing sugar free gum during my waking hours.
If I am without a pack of gum, someone will die.

Those two little facts are this entire post.

The ear plugs are for plugging the sound other sleepers. I refer to the ear plugs as marriage savers.
Some nights I sleep with both ears plugged...it just depends on, well, you know,  how sensitive my hearing is on each particular night.

So, the other night I had a dream that I was craving gum so badly....it was like a addict going through meth withdrawals. {I learn this stuff from watching "Intervention"}

In my dream, I found the perfect piece of gum and I plopped it into my mouth. Oh, relief. Joy. Happiness. Pure bliss.


do you know where I am going with this?


Yeah, I pulled out a freakin' ear plug and PUT IT INTO MY MOUTH!

Yes, I was in a deep sleep and YES, this woke me up immediately.

I said to myself: Ewwww.....ear wax!

How weird is that?
Good thing I don't sleep with that can of mace anymore.

This is a lesson that I plan on learning from. I'll remember to never have any of the following near me while I sleep:
laxatives, rat poison, hand grenades, raw eggs, oreos, broken glass, rocks, newborn babies....
Oh, wait, that list will be endless!

Wow, after reading this again, I will be quite embarrassed if I am the only one who has done this. Please tell me that YOU have also mistaken an ear plug for sugarless gum!

FYI: ear wax tastes just as bad as you might imagine. gag.

I'm Just Not That Talented.

I'm not afraid of Muslims, tea partiers, socialists, immigrants gun owners or gay people....But I am kinda scared of spiders.   ~ Random magnet found in Vegas

Truthfully, I am terrified of *large spiders. They can actually cause me to have a conniption fit, a hissy fit and a seizure at the same time. 
A sight worthy of you-tube's greatest hits. 
And surprisingly it is also a good cardio workout for me. 


*large is defined as my thumb nail and bigger.




A funny moment that happened yesterday, and since it happened in the bathroom, it is worthy of sharing with you, my close and personal friends. 


I went into my bathroom and I piddled. Like I do. Don't act like you don't.
 When I went to flush, I noticed a smallish spider in the toilet. 


Three thoughts went through my head; in this order:


1. Oh my Buddha, I pee'd a spider!!! 


2. I wonder if Web MD has any information on this.


3. Oh, duh, I forgot I snapped him up earlier and sacrificed him to the porcelain Gods.


Yeah, I always go with the reasonable thoughts first. 


Aren't you glad I included the links to my fits? Just in case you didn't know what they were, I think hissy fit might be a southern thang. And it really looks the same as a conniption, but with a sweet accent as I am screaming my head off. 

I hope you all have a lovely weekend minus any fits or spiders. 

We have our homecoming dance on Saturday! I am so excited!! Oh, wait, never mind....I'm not going. 
Again.

Snap.

xoxoxo

Irony And The Blondest Moment Ever.

I recently signed up to be a paperless customer with Verizon. {this is the second time} and don't you know...they sent me an envelope full of PAPER in the MAIL to thank me for being PAPERLESS. 

Irony?

I had our 'bug guy' here recently. I won't scare the poop heck out of you with what our bug issue was, but it was an 'outside issue' at least. While I was talking to the 'bug guy' 'splaining our bug  issue, a BUG crawled across his chest. 

{Not my bug, he brought this one...I know MY bugs} 

I swatted it off his chest.

I'll be sending him an invoice this week.

***** 

Linds and I were on our way home from school the other day; she is driving. We are on our street and almost home. {By now, I was so ready for sedation of some kind, her driving is not getting easier for me} 

She asks me:

 "Why do you think the gas pedal is skinnier than the brake pedal?"

Me: {just let me out of this car already!} "I have no idea honey"

prepare to be shocked

Linds: "Oh, I bet it is for blind people, so they can tell the difference."

I waited about 30 seconds before I gave her the look and the question: 

"BLIND PEOPLE?    WHO DRIVE?"

We barely made it home, she was laughing so hard at herself. 

This is the future, people. Prepare yourself. :)

Actually, this is MY future...she will be in charge of me when I am a little ol' lady. 

Have a great weekend....I hope you find tons of things to laugh about too. 

XOXOXOOX

*Slow* Children Playing

Every time I see one of those signs I always think: Gosh, that is not nice. We are all slow at times.

AND….I laugh when I find out I am slower than I SHOULD be. 

{Don’t you think it is a gift to laugh at ones self? if you answered yes, then I’m GIFTED!!!!} 

I have blogged about my issues with smells. Especially food smells in the house. As soon as a meal is done, I am ready for the smell to VACATE.

{Bacon is my nemesis and sadly it’s the Coach’s bestie}

Since I have been using the slowcooker more often, it has gotten even worse. You know…it is sitting there cooking ALL day long, making smelly smells all.day.long.

And it takes almost another whole day to rid the smell..and by then I am working on my next smelly meal. Oy, I can’t win.

Finally this week I took my slowness to a new level at this revelation. With the kitchen incapacitated, I turned our laundry room into a lil’ kitchen.

{It’s quite convenient to fold your delicates and inch away from toasting a bagel!}

I had the crackpot  slow cooker going all day way back there…..but I could still smell the food all through the house.

Then it hit me like a shank to the groin: if I am using the crock pot…and it is on ALL day, then why the heck don’t I just put it outside ALL DAY???

Duh. PROBLEM SOLVED.  Had someone helped a sister out, I could have avoided the shank to the groin….

Now if I could just figure out world peace, global warming and how to program our VCR.

What? you don’t own a VCR?

Boy, you are even slower than me….

I Dreamt I Had Insomnia.

 

 

Think about it.

I dreamt that I couldn’t sleep. While I was sleeping.

I must dig deeper into my psyche and see what that means.

Or maybe I will just let it pass.

I am getting a headache thinking about it already. 

I’d like to take a nap, but I am afraid I won’t be able to sleep.

 

Cocoa has never been stricken with insomnia. 

PS. I almost hit publish when I realized the title said: I dreamt I had amnesia. It took me 10 minutes to remember the word I was looking for to replace amnesia.

Irony surrounds me.

Seeing like a cat; falling like a blind cat.

I have always prided myself on my great eyesight.

*LIAR*LIAR* Pants on fire!

OK, I used to pride myself on my good eyesight. It checked out of Casa De’ Suz exactly 3 weeks before my 40th birthday.

BUT, I do have great eyesight inSiDe MY house. Really.

I never put on the lights in the middle of the night when I awake for a potty trip or a drink of water.

Lights are for sissies.

I don’t need no stinkin’ lights I tell ya’.

Just like the cats, I could make my way around the house.

in.the.dark.

BUT.

While I don’t need lights to see, I do need someone to remind me when I have moved something a mere 3 hours prior to my nightly adventure.

The other night, I turned my nose upward at the bounty of light switches and blindly walked down the hallway.

But I could not ignore the rolls of fabric and miscellaneous stuff that I pulled out of the hall closet earlier.

I forgot about that part of my day until I was mid-air… falling down on my front side!

Perhaps the ugliest swan dive you have ever seen...

Did you know that you can bruise your, um, your lady lumps?

I landed flat on my lady parts, and my left hand/arm.

I don’t know where my right (and stronger) arm was. Maybe it was in shock that I/we were falling?

Ouch.

(Yes 2 days in a row now with the lady parts talk!)

I am just so happy that no one (besides the shocked cats) saw or heard this little stunt.

I started to chuckle at the sight of myself, sprawled out on the floor.

So pretty. So classy. Demure. So full of Grace.

Lesson learned: Start wasting electricity. It can save my life.

My Shadow Ozzie heard me taking pictures…

I can read his mind, he was saying:

You better move that stuff “Grace”, you will trip eventually!

If he only knew…

Droopy PaNtS!

Unless you have been living under a rock, you have seen the droopy pants boys.




You may even have some of them living in your house.

One size fits all.
I see them out and about.


But mostly, I see them while Coach is watching Cops or one of the other various prison shows he enjoys.



I think this style is REDICULOUS.

Really, IT is absurd.





Have you ever seen anyone trying to run in droopy pants?

I could pass them in a heartbeat.

Carrying a baby.
And holding a glass of wine.

Not that I would ever do those two things at the same time.

I would put the baby down before running.

BUT…

I have this one pair of jeans. GAP jeans.


They fit me. But only for about 5 minutes.

Then they are falling down.

I hate wearing a belt. It is constricting to me.
So, when no one is around. And I am wearing my gap jeans…

They droop.
And I get lazy.

And I don’t bother to pull them up.


It is a weird feeling.

And a liberating feeling too.

For a while.
I waltz about the house, full-on droopy.
I start to get a sort of ‘gaunt’ walk.
You know, with a major attitude.

Don’t mess with me. dawg.

I put on an Eminem CD. FULL blast.

I am agitated. I am a little angry.

GAP=Street Cred.

I am doing a bit of ‘fist-pumping’ in the air.

I have a sharp object in my hand…

then I realize…

I am scrapbooking.

I am quickly snapped back to reality.

I am not on cops. I am not part of a prison break.

I am not walking the ‘hood.
I am in the craft room of my suburban house.

I am a normal person wearing baggy pants, having hallucinations.

I have to get rid of these pants.

Blonde Moment #13-14

I left yesterday morning with a long list full of stuff to accomplish. I even left the house on time.

Dropped Linds off at school and headed for destination #1: My dentist.

I got on the interstate and proceeded to drive right on by the exit.  How did I do that? I have not a clue. I don’t think I have ever done this before. I was 7 minutes late. I loathe being late. And for this, I had to have x-rays. I know they did this part just to make me suffer. I asked  mid x-ray, “hey, do they make those cardboard thingies in a bigger size? I don’t feel that my mouth is bleeding yet.”  

I then headed to my many other stops. All is good.I got many items checked off my list.

I get home, had a little bit of sushi for lunch. (I want the name of the guy who put crab in my California rolls!) 

I changed my ‘running errand clothes’ to gym shorts and a tank and lost the cute sandals to my flips. I then headed out to pick up Lo from the bus stop. We came home, I had some cleaning to do. (thank you cat that threw up on my couch!)

As I was bustling around the house and getting ready for us to run to our next destination, I caught a glimpse of my feet.

Left foot.

 

Right foot.

See anything wrong with this?

I am not stressed about Christmas.

I am not stressed about our party on Saturday. Really.

I don’t know what to blame this on.

Losing My Car {or mind?}

Do you ever forget where you parked your car in a crowded parking lot? Ok, sometimes it may not even be that crowded.

I have joked before about getting a huge plastic bouquet of red carnations for my antenna. Sure sign that I have packed my bags and am moving into old lady town.

I seem to lose my car a bit more these days, but really, losing it is not the worst part. The worst part is, my brain immediately goes here:

“Oh great, I wonder how quickly the GMC dealer can get a hold of one of those hybrid Denali's in white?”

Is that bad?

Makes me wonder…

I saw a guy at the gas station this morning with super long, stringy hair, a goatee down to his chest, tattoos up and down both arms,each ear pieced 3 times.

walking Birth control

Guess what he was pumping gas into…

guess…

a.minivan.

YEP. A Minivan.

Hey buddy, did the whole rebel thing just did not pan out for ya?

And for my latest Blonde Moment . I just recently learned why a goatee was called a ‘goatee.’

seriously.

Did everyone know this but ME??? The scary part is, the coach has had a (short) goatee for many years now…had I only known he was just a kiiiiddddd.

ok. that was my really bad goat/kid joke. feel free to forget it. erase.

Blonde Moment #12

See this almost organized drawer?

This is the bottom drawer at my sit down ‘get all prettied up’ vanity.
It is directly next to the shower. This drawer contains all my hair stuff….well 99% is hair magic making items. Combs, brushes, gel, mousse, spray, goop etc…
The 1% of non hair stuff is my shaving cream.
I don’t keep the shaving cream in the shower, because, well, that would be clutter. You know how I feel about clutter. I keep the shaving cream with my hair stuff and on the rare occasion I shave my legs, I can easily reach it while showering.

Don’t these two items look identical? Yeah, right.
The one on the left is hairspray. I use it on very rare occasions too, living in hot, humid Florida, hairspray is kind of a joke!
The item on the right is my shaving cream.
Identical? not so much.
I learned a very fine lesson recently… I should think about wearing my glasses when I am doing my hair…that way I would not accidentally spray a shot of shaving cream into my newly ‘did’ hair.
If you could have seen the look on my face when I realized what I did….if you could hear the words from my mouth…well, you would have stuck a bar of soap in there for my own good!
I had a flashback of when my Grandma picked up the ‘scrubbing bubbles’ bathroom cleaner and thought it was her can of aqua net. She made a mess of her hair and laughed like a crazy person. I never let her live it down.

I am my Grandma now.

In hindsight, spraying hairspray onto my legs while in the shower would have been a bit easier to handle....

I hope by sharing this with all of you will save you some trouble later. I can only hope.

I have a peeping Tom. or Tammy.

When we remodeled our master bath a few months ago, we removed the blinds in the Water closet. (A polite way to say toilet room)

This doesn't bother me, I don’t think a human can see in…unless they are camping out in the woods next door with a fabulous set of binoculars.(or perched under the window waiting for me to enter)

9 times out of 10, this is the sight I see when I enter the water closet.

Can you see the reptile?

Do you see Tom? Or Tammy?

How about now???

Sometimes there are two of them and I can’t tell you what they are doing. Well, I could, but I don’t want to compete with National Geographic.

He/She is always there…just staring at me…on the pretense that he/she is only here to catch some bugs… yeah, bugs huh?

Me, being the 12 year old that I am, I ALWAYS come to the same exact thought when I see he/she…I always wonder:

How can you tell if A lizard is a boy or a girl?????

What do you think? Is this a he or a she??? I suppose I could research it and learn, but then what would I think when I went into the water closet?

I mean, if it looked anything like that Zebra at Busch Gardens Then I would not even have to wonder.

Why does my brain work like this?

Will I still have these zany thoughts when I am 90???

Z is for…A very blonde moment?!?

Really, Z is for Zebras.

Zebras always bring to memory one of my biggest blonde moments ever, at least, according to my Mother. And to some unknown innocent bystanders.

When I was around the age of 19 my Mom and I took a trip to Busch Gardens in Tampa Florida. We were having a great visit this day, when we found ourselves near the Serengeti area and were mesmerized by all the large beasts that were all roaming together.

A large zebra was really close to us at the fence line and before my brain could tell my tongue to shut up I blurted this out:

“OH MY GOSH what is that hanging down by his belly?“

I think this is when reality set in for my Mom as she NOW realized she had forgotten one important step in my childhood:

THE TALK!

PS. Of course I knew what it was…I was just shocked by the mere size of IT!

Aren’t you???

For more Z words visit A-Z mondays.

My first boyfriend resembled a combo of Paul McCartney and John Cusack. Really.

But he had one big flaw…maybe, um, I think……

A young Paul McCartney and present day John Cusack.

He was my first official boyfriend.

I am so not counting Robert, H.E. or Alberto from Elementary school. (I have not changed names to protect the innocent, because, well I can’t make up names very well)

The year was 1983. A full 2 years before I met the Coach. (my permanent boyfriend)

Why this thought has come to me lately, I don’t know, but I have a big question for my first boyfriend:

ARE YOU GAY???? How about a little Gay? (like someone can be a little pregnant?)

Not that it really matters….Cause if anyone loves gay folks, it is ME.

I have thought of him from time to time. And not in that ‘longing to see you’ kind of way either…it was more of that: ‘I hope your life turned out good for you’ kind of way.

He was a really nice guy. Almost tooooo nice.

Remember when I was bragging complaining about my wonderful job working the ‘bar’ at ponderosa when I was 15? If you did not read that boring as heck intriguing story, it is HERE…and don’t mind the smell of chick peas, that will go away eventually. promise.

Well, I was working the floor of the Ponderosa and HE was working the kitchen. He was a cook. Actually he was the only head chef.

He was a few years older than me.

This was also a few years before I acquired my finely tuned “gaydar.”

Having a good gaydar is one of my finer points. That and organizing. jealous? sure.

These skills will take me places. (like the Container store)

The reasons I now think that he was gay at the time, and did not figure it out till later:

*He was always nice to me. always.

*He loved my clothes. (I was always a bit edgy and did not follow trends, he noticed and liked that)

*He drove a red firebird. (sounds non-gay, but see below)

*His favorite band was LoverBoy. It said so on his vanity plate.

*He did not kiss me until about our 16th date. And even then, he asked first!

*Some of our co-workers told me he might be gay.

*He always complimented my hair.

*He seemed to get tongue tied talking to me.

*Some of our co-workers told me he might be gay. (did I already stress this?)

*He took me to the fair and could not win a prize at the basketball throw to save my his life.

Consensus: do you think he was gay?

**note: I never inspired him to do this scene above, but then again, that movie did not come out until 1989….bummer for me**

I can’t even remember how/when we broke up.

But shortly after we broke up I started dating a tall blonde dishwasher from Jersey.

He was model gorgeous; but a total dog.

I realized early on that even Gay boyfriends can be sooo much better than bad ones!!!!

Old people have to drive too, ya know?

I have been driving since I was 15. That makes 26 16 years that I have been behind the wheel.

I have not had any accidents that were my fault.

Ok, only one that was my fault, a fender bender and it was recent.

My problem has become parking in the garage. We have had the same garage for 12 years.

My vehicle has been the same size for 11 of those years. (the first year it was shorter)

Lately, I have not been pulling into the garage far enough.

Granted, I have one of the longest cars made too...but it has been the same size since.....forever.

This happens about 3x a week for the last 2 months.

Is it possible to lose my depth perception? At 41 31?

Lindsay who is with me most of my waking hours….has noticed this too.

As we were getting out of the car the other day….I look back at the car before opening the door to the house and exhale: “Oh I did it again”

Linds: “It is because you are getting old…..er. I mean… not old, just older.”

Thankfully, I am only having these bad parking issues at home.

I won’t even get started on losing my car in the parking lots though….there has been talk of a large plastic bouquet of carnations being attached to my antenna.

Lovely. That just screams OLD person.

Humanity calling on line one, please hold.

There are still nice people on this planet. Besides me. Besides you.

There are others.

I have proof.

I have proof that I am a goof too. Not that you really needed proof.

We got a few phone messages last weekend from a man & a woman in broken English saying something about them finding OUR phone. We all had our cell phones. So I just figured he had the wrong number.

Then we got a few more messages about a found phone. Then I started thinking: Could it be Lo’s cell phone that was stolen from school…back in the fall of ‘08??  naaahhh.

I relayed the messages to Coach and he said: call them, it could be her cell phone, or you can let them know they have the wrong number.

So I called and left them a message.

A woman called back the next day and said: I find your phone on 31 street. 

My first thoughts were: this is a scam of some sort. I just know someone has a goal in life to scam me.

Me: huh? on 31st street? that is the street I live on. What does the phone look like?

Spanish woman: It is silver and black……. House phone.

Me: OH. It is my house phone????   **me smacking my head**

Long story short. My silly self left one of our house phones on the bumper of my car when I was working in the yard. I forgot about it an left later in the day…. This nice lady found it on the street, but did not know which house it belonged to. She found the number in our phone and put in her cell phone before my phone went dead she and her husband called us as many as 5 times.

She brought it back to us this week. SOOO nice. I was so impressed that they went through the trouble to get it back to us. They live about 8 miles away.  

We have 4 phones in the house and I was just complaining a day before: there is a phone missing somewhere in this house…those darn kids left it somewhere!!!

yeah, I am the darn kid.

Humanity. Alive and well.

Maybe it is my karma coming around for all the good deeds I do?

*A few weeks ago I found a cell phone in Target and took it directly to a manager.

*I found a full wallet at Christmas-time in Target. (maybe I am in Target too much?)

 

Anyone else find any good folks out there lately? 

Isn’t it astonishing that a simple act like this just amazes me/us, when in actuality, it should be the norm. We should always help each other out. The world would go ‘round a bit better I think.