1.) Maddie and I were laying in my bed tonight watching Cops. A 'bad guy' was being pursued by an officer, who was giving the particulars of the suspect's car, location, and direction he was traveling over the radio.
"Don't we have a Southbound here in Utah?"
2.) Maddie was telling me about an episode of The Brady Bunch, and she couldn't think of Al
ice's name.
"What's the name of their governess?"
For me that's like eating brownies at the ocean!
I hope Karma wasn't looking.
Background: Just about 2 years ago, Jehn and I got our eyebrows done. The Girl did a horrible job. Jehn and I both looked like we'd been in a fight, with big scabs above our eyes because The Girl went over the same spots with wax (and of course, ripped it off) multiple time. It was ugly.
So today I went back to the same establishment because there are other girls there who do a great job on eyebrows. But I wouldn't go so far as to call the aestheticians. I put my name on the list and waited.
The Girl came to the front to get me. Instead of politely lying my way out of it, I turned around and walked out.
Gasp!
Rude! I know!
But I don't feel bad.
I drove to another salon and came out scab-free.
But my car did bottom out in their driveway.
Is that my Karma?
Maybe it's because I'm lazy. Maybe it's because I have a bum-shoulder. You tell me...
Why do people at the grocery store choose to carry their heavy wares in those little baskets with handles? What's wrong with just pushing a basket?
Is it the mini van of the shopping world?
This morning Isaac sang some old favorites with me...
