People are just crazy, they all need more beads. First of all, Normal Girl sent me downtown for a meeting this morning. Why did I have to go? It is pouring rain, the kind of Michigan day when you walk out the door and break into a sweat. Then she made me walk so she could have the car. Where is she going that is so all fired important? Look at her, it isn't to the salon! So, I walked to Starbucks. I admit, I am not a Starbucks girl. It is full of tragically hip people drinking fancy coffee that costs the budget of a small country. And tall means small. Who thought up that genius marketing tactic?
I sat at a table waiting for my meeting and listened to the conversation at the next table. Oh stop it. You do it too. Husband and wife. She is giving him a painful minute by minute rundown of her week. Does she really think he cares what she was doing Tuesday at 3:15? He is catatonic. She stops talking for a second and they are silent. She can't stand the silence and starts in again. He married her.
Off to work. I have a long list from Normal Girl today. Who knows when she will show up? If she is not off buying me a new car or a bead store, or a tuna sandwich, I am going on strike.
I just got word from the Human PinBall that she is sending in a post today. Yeah, I do everybody's bidding and will be posting that later for you.
Have a great day,