I'm Cozy!

On our way out of the concert I was wrapped in a super soft blanket (it gets mighty cold when the sun goes down). This young (very drunk) guy kind of fell into me and put his arm around me and said, “Oh, I’m sorry…hey, you’re cozy!”

About the same time I heard my brother-in-law behind me (defending my honor) “HEY! HEY! Watch it!”

And then the guy says, “I’m sorry, but she’s cozy! She’s so cozy!” and then stumbled away.

Made my night.

As I pull into the shopping center, I roll down my window...

Me: Sir! Excuse me, Sir!

Nice Looking Older Man (who just got out of pick-up truck): Looks at me like I’m crazy

Me (not suppressing the giggles): You have a label on the back of your jeans!

NLOM: Blank expression

Me: (Still giggling and pointing at his butt, thinking maybe he isn’t understanding my English; predominately Mexican population here): You have one of those really long labels running down the back of your leg!

NLOM (Finally dawns on him what I’m saying): Turns and grabs the back of his jeans.

Me: The other one!
 
NLOM: Tears off the label

Me: I give him a thumbs up (both of us laughing mightily)

NLOM: I be stylin’!

Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! the rest of the day.

Our Neighbor's Dog

Snoopy, our neighbor’s dog, gets out of their yard a lot. (He’s lonely.) Today I was cleaning out my craft room and left the gate open while I loaded some boxes into my car to donate and he ran into the back yard before I could stop him. Dawn let Gibbs out first and they ran and ran. We put him back in the house and let Winnie out and they ran and ran and ran and ran and Clover joined in. Then they were all out together and had a party.

This is what happened when we tried to get him to leave. He loves us. I ended up carrying him back home.

I uploaded this video to YouTube in case you can't view it here.

My Mother's Hands

I was cleaning out a drawer when I came upon this, a tracing of my mother's hand one of my daughters did. It kind of took my breath away. I remember the day this was drawn like it was yesterday. I don't know what prompted me to date it, but I'm sure glad I did. I'm even happier my mother signed it, "Grandma."

My mom was always a good sport about stuff like this. When my girls were about 2 years old, one of them was bringing her Cheeze-Its crackers made into tiny sandwiches. She would eat it and then my daughter would be gone for a bit and return with another. Pretty soon I heard my mom say, "Wait a minute, what is this stuff in the middle, anyway?" and then she just laughed and laughed.

Turns out my daughter was chewing a cracker, spitting it out onto another one and placing another one on top of that, wha-la, cracker sandwiches!

The thing that really says it all about my mom? She knew how much fun my daughter was having, so she kept right on eating them.