Returning The Bedspread

First of all, understand that if I were trying to pull a fast one on TJ Maxx, I would not have laundered the bedspread and put it in the dryer. I would simply have spot cleaned.  The clerk opened up the hermetically sealed wrapping and sniffed it.  Stuck her nose right down in there and smelled.  "I can't take this back," she said, "it smells like a dryer sheet".  Immediately defensive to an unreasonable degree, I said "but I don't even use dryer sheets."  I wanted to go into a full explanation about how I love my clothesline and upbraid my neighbor for using her dryer in the summertime.  I wanted to call witnesses and have them testify.  I wanted to wipe that smirk off her face.   I wanted a full jury trial.  I wanted my reputation restored.  What I got was the manager glancing over and saying "return it".  Okay, I'll take that instead.  But be forewarned.  Take your attorney with you if you try to return a bedspread to TJ Maxx. 

In Case You Were Wondering

If you have ever wondered what my foot looks like on the beach of the Pacific Ocean, wonder no more:

And then I said, "okay, everybody in the back yard for the group shot" and this is what I got: 

It was a super-duper four days, I'm ready to go back.  Today.   And Bre, this one's for you:

Detailed Travelogue, Even What I Ate

We arrived at Ben and Diane's house and were shown to our deluxe accommodations. Just kidding, we scored the purple bedroom. Taylor grew up when I wasn't looking and will leave in a week or so for Taiwan. They played a violin/piano duet which was very nice even though Sophie plugged her ears and had a pained expression on her face until the last note.

















We ate a huge dinner with 5,000 deserts and I know that Diane is secretly plotting to make me gain 2 tons. I think she fed me lemon cupcakes in my sleep. I'm a sound sleeper. The men retired to a rousing game of something involving throwing heavy balls. When the competition got too HEATED, an official referee had to be called to measure: And Caroline and I enjoyed our photo shoot: She's a woman after my own heart, finding us those chocolates.












On the way home we stopped in Mountain Home, (again to feed my face) and Dave saw a golf course that he would like to play. I said "you can play it if you will jump off that bridge.










So of course anyone who knows Dave knows that the only thing he likes better than heights is trying new things so he scrambled to the top of the bridge and here he goes:










And landed safely:

Sometimes A Picture Really Is Worth A Thousand Words

We partied at what Ralph liked to refer to as "his basement apartment" yesterday. Happy Birthday, Daddy.

I thought of you as I weeded yesterday. I copied the way I had seen you carry your shovel over your shoulder as I followed behind you. I wish you had shown me how to sharpen it. I looked at my poor, sick, wind blown tomatoes and knew you would shake your head at their patheticness and then fix them.

36 months of nausea paid off

Thanks, Bre, you're a doll. I very much like my gift.

And Thanks, my favorite Shelly. I'm messing with my ISO camera setting; so far I only see that it turns everything blue. And next week I will doll up my blog so much that you will all be astounded and your jaws will drop with pure dumbfoundedness.

Is This Why People Don't Stay Long?







Or is it the Cinderella syndrome?