Day 12:
1. Knocked on the door. Son answered. Said his parents were busy. I thanked him and walked down the driveway. The father had just pulled in front of the mailbox to gather his mail. I walk on the sidewalk and say hi. Father accidentally drops a piece of mail from the mailbox as I’m walking by. Before offering to help, I notice it’s an edition of a Victoria’s Secret magazine. But this guy is trapped. He’s sitting in his car, so it would require him to either squeeze his hand through a poorly opened car door or park first, then come back. Poor guy. I decided to pretend I hadn’t really seen the content of the misplaced mail and still offered to pick it up for him. He hastily informed me that he could take care of it. Eeeeeee.
2. Saw a kid fly off of his scooter today when he tried to land a jump from a ramp his dad had made. He promptly wailed, “My butt cheek! It’s on fire!” His dad ignored him.
3. Sooooooo…Husband and I spoke to a couple today on their front porch. They were about 55 years old, nice people. As we were standing there, I realized that something looked familiar. This nice man and I have the same pair of sweat pants. I’m certain of it. I bought mine from the men’s section at Walmart. $5. He, of course, was wearing them right then, and I was wishing I was wearing mine. Not only for comfort’s sake, but to point out that we were twinners! Hello?! Now, hindsight is telling me that this is something I should keep to myself and be glad I wasn’t actually wearing them for the sake of keeping that fact a secret.What can I say? Comfy sweats is where it's at.
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