I don't feel like that this time around. Saturday, in an undetermined big box retailer, I abandoned the cart, grabbing my purse and the toddler and took off for the restroom. There was a line in front of it for the tax preparer set up next door and people looked like they weren't going to move to let me through. I did a loud excuse me and then channeled my inner city girl and pushed right between two angry looking individuals. I tried to rush Maren into a restaurant bathroom a week or so ago and a older woman (who I honestly didn't notice, I wasn't trying to cut line) fussed at me. I blushed and stepped back. "I'm so sorry. She's potty training and I was in a hurry. I didn't see you standing there." Just then another stall opened up and it didn't matter, but I wonder what happened in the last four years. Actually, Brynna was significantly older, so more like three years.
Brynna told me that when she grows up she wants to be a children's book author and illustrator. I very nearly burst into tears. I can't wait to read what she has to write.
|Not my zombie baby bookmark.|
My remarkably less cute fully grown
adult zombie bookmark.
|Sad isn't it? All that empty expanse...|
I bought a new wallet and it contains my check book, bank card and an ice-cream punch card that I happened to have in my car. It's pretty sad. How does one go about replacing their Subway card, I wonder. And can I maintain my points? I had points. They are probably gone now. Maybe that's what the ingenious thief is doing, stealing all my affinity points.