My friend commented on how she often sees JSS while walking around the 'hood, but she never sees me.
Earlier today I decided to walk to the drugstore, by way of the farmer's market, and enjoy the usual Saturday morning energy (lots of Maclaren strollers, multiracial families, and reusable shopping bags).
Ten minutes into my stroll, headphones blasting the Bach Cello Suites, watching a woman juggling hula hoops, and some scummy guy sidles up next to me and starts babbling things like, "So what's up wid'it, little mama? How's about you and me trying to make it happen?" I was like, "Uh...you're quite a charmer, but I have a husband." He was undeterred until I finally sped up into the crowd.
Soon after that, a bird shit on my head.
This is why I'm generally inside the house watching 'Mad Men.'
While you're holed up inside we should get some Rock Band Beatles going coast to coast.
ReplyDeleteOh, they say that bird thing is good luck!
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ReplyDeletedoesn't a bird pooping on you mean good luck?