Ocean music update

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What a difference a year makes!

Coincidence? I think not.

I buy Starbuck’s stock. They FINALLY open one in our neighborhood.

I can only hope it’s not one of the 600 slated for closure this month.

I better buy more stock soon, just in case. Plus at least sixty-four lattes per week, right? That should do it.

So I’m here in Starbies, typing away on my laptop, when one of the employees comes over and asks the half-dozen teenagers within arm’s length of me: “Are you letting our paying customer enjoy her coffee in peace?” And she’s the type of person who can ask that nicely with a smile and they get the point without getting offended and cussing her out under their breaths. If I would’ve said something to that effect, we all would’ve ended up in a fist-fight. I’m just that kind of gentle, sweet-spirited, easy going person, you know?

I’ve tried both flavors of their new smoothies. The Banana Chocolate is not so tasty, but the Orange Mango Banana is delicious.

Drink up, people! Drink up!

Coming back to haunt me

The boys and I were getting out of the car at church and a man asks me where the office was and was really annoyed at my response, for some reason.

“You’re welcome,” I muttered under my breath.

Benjamin looks at me and asked, “You said ‘you’re welcome?’ He was a little wude? You said ‘wet paint?’”

Again with the niceness

Rainy Season is upon us.  Showers and/or storms most days.  Thick humidity.  A few mosquito bites every time we leave our house.  And no more exercising outside anymore.  At least for me.

On our last family jog/skate ride of the winter season, one of the jog stroller’s wheels blew out halfway home.  The boys and I hung out under a pavilion while Jonathan ran two miles to the bike shop, then home to get a couple of tools, then two miles back.

He was worn out when he got back, all huffing and puffing and whatnot.  He asked, “Aren’t you impressed at how fast I did that?  Doesn’t that make me attractive to you?”

“You are attractive to me when you are nice to me,” I said (again).

He slumped over and muttered, “But being nice is so much work.”