Ye Gods, I've sucked at blogging lately. To which I say, I'm so so so sorry! You look really pretty today (or handsome if you prefer). I've been doing things. Lots of things and I won't make any promises about WHEN things will get back to normal, but rest assured, at some undisclosed time in the foreseeable future, they will!
But in the meantime, here's my truth for today.
This is going to make me sound like the biggest goody-two-shoes of all time, but whatever.
I can't stand it when people don't follow the rules! And I don't mean big rules, like driving 40 miles per hour in a 25 mile per hour speed zone. Unless you're driving behind me and I'm lost in which case I will probably drive even slower just to spite you.
And not rules like "no white pants after Labor Day." Say what? I never understood. But really it's more of a guideline than a rule. Am I right?
See, I mean, SIMPLE rules. Like when you're going to the Express Check-Out line at Whole Foods and it says "NO SHOPPING CARTS" but people continually bring their shopping carts.
Seriously! What is that? I'm a frequent Whole Foods shopper--love the fresh food, and I'm constantly on the go, so I'm there a lot but only for small purchases so their super express lane is like a big shiny rainbow to me.
Until people show up and start trying to push their carts down a row that was specifically designed for No Carts.
NO CARTS! There is a big fat sign and everything.
Or there used to be.
Yes. So many people were incapable of reading the sign and following the No Cart rule, that they took the sign away from me (not that I was possessive of it or anything) and now carts are technically allowed. Well, they're tolerated.
But I know the truth.
So there you go. What goody-two-shoe truth are you harboring beneath your white pants?