Today was weird. Things were sour at the ranch, you don't want to hear about it. A store I drove across the bridge to shop for a specific dress, that store was closed early for a private party, can you beat that? I bought a couple of other things at the mall, in haste, and back they have to go, a chipped FW bowl and a rough wooden spoon (I was specifically trying to pick out a SUPER smooth wooden spoon that won't scratch non-stick pans).

HOWEVER, CDW will be happy to understand that KEM made eye contact with the young Israeli man selling his Dead Sea Salts at the kiosk as she was breezing by. And he was very persuasive but KEM said, NO, THANK YOU, I AM IN A HURRY. And she heard his last enticing line, something about the future, in a fade, as she whisked herself on down the mall corridor, having never really stopped. And not 30 seconds later she passed his way again, except on the other side of the kiosk (tricky), and this time she made not the slightest eye contact. Okay, well, maybe the slightest. Somehow, she is too curious to see what will happen, if these bold people can become even bolder, and if she will be sucked right in. It's some form of addiction or self-torture. And as she passed by she left a brain wave floating toward that young man that SHE will just be content with dry, thick-skinned and calloused hands. So put that in your pipe and smoke it, Mr. Dead Sea.

Well, People. Surely your day was better than mine. At least I have a Robby and a Jazzi to put everything back into perspective. One night when I was ready to hop into bed, I couldn't find the Rob. I called and no answer. So, you figure, He'll show up in the morning. But I wasn't super comfortable not knowing his whereabouts. Then I realized the covers on my feet seemed a little heavy. I flipped back the bedspread and blanket, they were all bunched up anyway, and there he was, burrowed down deep, thoroughly encased. How did he breathe?

Another time my extra quilt, which I bunch up in the morning on one side of the bed to block the light, was pulsating as a whole. Robby was in the thick of it and kind of moving the mountain along inch by inch. I like to think he is original, but I'm sure many a kitten has the same type personality...a sugared nut. Ha, ha, I think I came up with that because the one redeeming part of my day was eating Roasted Beet Salad at Nordstrom's. It comes with spinach, roasted beets, but of course, goat cheese (oh, simply out of this world) AND candied pecans, which normally I don't care for, but these are not overly sweet, but just the right complement to this salad. In fact, I like it so much, I may repeat the whole scenario tomorrow night. Why not? Mike is in Las Vegas! And when I have returns, boy, I like to return them pronto! Returns weigh heavily on the KEM brain.

Until my birthday, we are looking at blogettas. That's all there is to it.

Say a prayer for my dear friend, Alicia. We were childhood friends and I adored her family, five girls and the mother was an angel. But this blessed mother is passing on into the presence of the Lord, any time now. Especially hard, maybe, when a family is unusually sweet, close, as this one was and is.

Your Sales Resistant Friend,
KEM