shadow19's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Almost. Great weather this afternoon...bursts of sun, bursts of warmth, though not quite short sleeve weather. So, I was sitting in the driveway, feet up in my purple Target Captain's Chair, oohing and aahing at L.L. Bean's sandals, and stuff I can't afford (and really don't need) in the Franklin Covey catalog. (But, oh, how those Sensa pens call out to me. "We have gel," they say, and you know how I feel about gel. Gel and caramel...my two addictions, just not together.) Anywho, an unfamiliar car suddenly pulls in the driveway, and let me just add that cars never pull into our driveway. Who's this?, I ask Fred. He doesn't know, and he knows everybody. Then a disheveled kind of guy heads up the driveway bearing a lovely box of flowers...a splash of yellow, pink, and blue. Cool, I think, but also think "mistake." As he's nearing us, he mutters, "Am I at the right address?" and we ask what address he's looking for. My gut was right...he was about 39 numbers off. Oops. Quick apologies, and he sweatily scampers off to find the real recipient. "I knew they weren't mine," I tell Fred, "because I didn't just have my appendix taken out." That's what it takes around these parts. Don't feel sorry for me, though. There's a family-size pan of frosted brownies about ten feet from this desk, and they're at the right house. 9:41 p.m. - 2005-05-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||
|
||||||