Well, well. I quick shopped a little bit and I bought two pairs of pants for Mike that I shouldn't have bought and I didn't buy the top for DTD that I should have bought. Tomorrow I shall try this again. Do you think the top will still be at Marshall's?

My question is, Do I do life or does life do me? Afraid I already know the answer to that one.

When my sister isn't here to shop with me and help me know what to do, I depend on perfect strangers to tell me what to do. For the Christmas tree this year, I want to use my clear glass balls that have white (duh) snowflakes and stuff painted on them, white lights and white bows. White, light, bright. The craft stores don't sell white bows already made (why not?), so I stood in the ribbon aisle (sounds like the Button Counter of old department store fame) and found dainty white organdy with wire in the edges. But right before I stood there, as I was walking up to stand there, I watched a customer look at gray organdy ribbon and tie it into a bow and give it the critical eye. Wasn't that convenient? So I said to the lady, Do you think these are easy to tie into bows for my Christmas tree, 'cause I'm not very crafty. She thought it would be super easy and was herself buying ribbon for her daughter's hair 'cause her daughter was going to be in a play. Miss Nosy has to ask, Where is the play? Well, it was at her church. I said, My friend goes to that church. She said, Your friend used to go to that church. So, like I always say, St. Pete is the smallest of small towns. You can't talk to anyone and not come up with a connection within the minute. A word to the wise, shall we say.

The end of this story is I walked out of JoAnn's with two rolls of white organdy ribbon, and let's just hope the fairies snip and tie all night and I wake up to beautiful white bows. That would be a good example of life doing me.

My friend said that during this busy season I should call my blogs BLOGETTES. So, this is what we shall have until the new year, BLOGETTES. I like that.

Oh, soon, I have to tell you the dream I woke up with this morning. It made me laugh out loud. It has to do with molded jello. Made notes in margin of Sports Illustrated, so I won't forget.

Until We Meet Again,
KEM