Question.

I don’t have anything exciting to report.  The days and weeks continue to fly by.  Leaving us with windblown hair and questions about where the time is going.

I do have a question for you though.  I’ve never done drugs.  Not even once.  So if I were to do drugs, would this be what my eyes would look like? 

I was at the craft store on Wednesday with Piper after school.  It was Michael’s, for those who are dying to know.  Also for those dying to know, Michael’s is home of the unhelpful, antisocial, sad, sad, {sometimes mad for no reason} employees.  I was there picking up some birdhouses for the boy scouts who were due at my house in a matter of hours.  They were going to pass off Achievement 5, a, b, c, d, and e.  Whatever that means.  Ryan is the leader.  Not me.  I shy away from the scouting program because it seems like one of those things that if I dived into, I would be trying to get out of for the rest of my life {and let’s face it the Arrow of Light ceremony is a little strange}.  Ryan’s job.  Hallelujah.  So when he asks me to run to Michael’s, I oblige because at least I’m not the scout leader.  Did I say hallelujah?  I meant it. 

Anyway, I was there looking for birdhouses.  They were out of the ones that I wanted so I asked an employee for help.  She mumbled something and pointed and walked away.  I wandered over in the general direction that she pointed and searched only to come up empty handed.  I asked again.  Another employee pointed and mumbled.  I walked over to where she pointed and found nothing.  I turned a corner and crashed my cart into the ladder that was carefully placed in the most in-the-way-possible place that you could imagine.  A male employee was there and said while giggling at my clumsiness {brace yourselves} “can I help you find something?”  I picked up my jaw and explained my predicament.  No bird houses.  He said that he would point me over to where he thought they were.  I rammed my cart again into the ladder.  Backed up and did it again.  I laughed and apologized.  And did it again.  I’m telling you, it was in the way.  He pointed me to where he thought they were and before he walked away said “I’d sure love some of whatever you’re on! haha, giggle, giggle, smirk.”  Piper looked up at me confused.  I was confused. And then it hit me (after he was gone).  My bloodshot eyes combined with my inability to steer my cart made Mr. Michael think that I was stoned. Well, Michael (that was his name), for your information, I have a cold.  And when I have a cold maybe I look a little stoned.

I am happy to say that I found some bird houses that did the trick.  And while loading them into my cart I sneezed and peed my pants a little bit.  Too bad Michael wasn’t around for that.