Hi. Yesterday I was in hot pursuit of Mr. Meatman Meat Market. Today, in a complete reversal, I had a lovely and mild visit with my new old friend, or old new friend, as we've discussed before. She made cinnamon toast on REAL HOMEMADE BREAD SHE MADE HERSELF. Get real, it was SOOOO GOOOOOOD! Then she sent me packing with a sack of snacks because I had choir practice next.

Ultimately, we decided we should move into one of the edgy new condos downtown and that we could be neighbors like Lucy and Ethel and have a ball (Lucille Ball, get it?). Then the thought came to me and tripped out over my tongue, But which one of us would be Lucy and which one of us would be Ethel? With nary a moment's hesitation my friend enthusiastically offered, I'll be Ethel. I said, Really?, okay, I'll be Lucy and you can be Ethel. Mertz. She said why should that bother her when once she and her really good friend were out and the song, The Wind Beneath Your Wings (or whatever) was playing and her friend said, THAT'S OUR SONG! Well, if I understood this correctly my friend choked with laughter, imagining herself the wind beneath her friend's wings. So playing Ethel would be right in line. Besides, Ethel Mertz is the greatest.

Now, I want to can all of my earthly responsibilities and spend a whole yummy day watching reruns of I Love Lucy. I need a day like that, don't you? My friend, CDW, she has a teensy TV she can cart to any room in her house and enjoy old TV shows she orders on Netflix, while she works. It helps tremendously in sticking with the tasks at hand. Well, I don't know how that would pan out for yours truly. I'm sure within 5 seconds I would be glued to the TV rather than to the chore. Wouldn't you?

I just want to say to all my friends reading this nuts-O blog, I love you. I feel so blessed to have each of you as a friend. You are all so special and enrich my life BIG TIME. You are fun, funny, encouraging, prayerful, sweet, dear and just full of light. I don't even deserve just great friends, but that's okay, you're stuck with me :))

Tomorrow I think I can go ahead with one of my stories. And another one I want to tell is how I found my wedding dress. Today I was recounting it for Ethel and I have to admit, it's interesting. My friend from Oklahoma (I have a couple of stories about her I want to tell), after reading about Mr. Meatman, she said how she could relate to not being able to find a place you know for dang sure is right there. She also thought it was great that Jazzi was along for the ride, helping me find Mr. Meat. I just love her take on things, she freshens things up so well. See, this is how I get egged on to keep blogging, so we can connect with one another through story time. I know, I never grew up.

KEM of KEM'S STORY HOUR