Eliminate wasps and....free hugs!!

Day 14:

So, I’m not as consistent at recording my follies, triumphs, and otherwise average experiences as I thought I would be.

Pouty party.

Well, glad that’s over, now let’s get to the good stuff!!

I was walking down a driveway today and this girl from the next house over, comes up to me and says, “Hey, I know you”, and proceeds to give me a hug. Uh…I’ve never seen this girl in my life, and she’s probably ten years old. As she’s hugging my waist, I’m kind of trying to push her away and trying to not be rude at the same time. I’m sure the neighbors are wondering who I am at this point. And I don’t want them to become concerned that I’m just giving neighbor kids hugs, weird. I say, “Oh, where do you know me from?” She says, “Well, I just remember your face”. I just say, “Okay, well…are your parents home?” I continue walking up her drive way to see if they’re home. She leaves me alone. Crisis avoided. Usually I’m super nice to kids because really, they’re cute, and they brighten my day. But this girl literally came up to me from nowhere and suddenly we’re best friends. I guess I have that effect on people. jk

You know you’re out in the middle of nowhere when you see excessive use of PVC pipe as part of a home. This particular house’s front porch railings were made from PVC pipe. It was just cemented into the porch and probably had a diameter of 1.5 inches. There was purple glue residue seen along its sides. PVC pipe, so many uses!

I did see some classy tattoo work today on a gentleman with some solid American and Nascar pride. Wranglers, cut off National Guard T-shirt, barbell mustache, greasy hat, and steel toed boots. The tattoos were very colorful and covered both of his arms. He and I were at the same place. Standing in line at Maverick, or as I affectionately call it, The Mav. Of course, I was there getting the soft serve, he was getting the cigs. I wondered what it would be like to be a gas station cashier. You’d see and meet so many people. But then, I don’t think I’d like to be there past 10 or 11 pm. I’m not sure what kind of people would be coming into the Mav that late, and I wouldn’t want to find out. Plus, I would probably fall asleep. I value my sleep above food and drink. Ah, the life of a gas station cashier. I wonder about that…

Also, if you haven’t tried the Frazil yet, I highly suggest it. If eaten too quickly, you’ll double over with a frozen stomach, as Husband remembered all too well today (yes, that’s 2 treats in one day for those of you that are counting, don’t judge).