4:34 pm. Rushing to the UPS box that has a final pickup of 4:30. Hoping the dude is late.
See the dude in his truck on the street. He’s parked with his hazards on. Salvation! I screech to a stop (no one behind me) and wave my package at him out the window. Please, I mouth. He opens his window and takes it. I give him my winningest smile. Thank you so much!
Sure thing! He closes his window. As I put my car back into gear, he opens his window again. Hey! Hey Miss! What? I shout. He smiles at me and yells – Yer purty!
I smile as I peel away, and shout a Thank You! Then I look down. All my twisting to reach the package through the window has yielded the following – one pendulous pregnancy-swollen maternity bra-clad boob, poking out of my nursing/maternity shirt. Purty indeed.
My thoughts of you prior to the last two posts: smart and thoughtful, loves classical music and singing, great mom to dog and cat, even greater mom-to-be, loving wife to equally loving husband, enjoying her peaceful world and quietly moving through it, with occasional wine cravings and road trips to see family. Has tiger anger that will come out when pissed off by government visa people, stupid co-workers and other general idiots.
My thoughts of you after reading the last two posts: road warrior who speeds recklessly with a lead foot, and often in the wrong direction – leading one to wonder what exactly is going on behind the wheel. When confronted with the Law said warrior is apt to show extreme behavior – from dissolving into stuttering tears, to angrily spitting her case out to the Law. Also noted: husband is out of town for less than a week and road warrior is already flashing her goods (while \’peeling\’ away, which leads us right back to the lead foot…).
OMG…i am sorry but i can\’t help it…i had to laugh out loud at that one…come on now…if it was me and you were reading this i know that you would…
*~* :o) if you do not have a smile today… :o) I will give you one of mine… :o) *~*