breathless....

when i walk into a shop, i expect to be greeted. 

a simple "hi" is perfect. but when i'm completely ignored, it's pretty much a given that i won't shop there anymore. this happened to me yesterday at "title nine." the girls working there just kept talking to each other about weekend plans and from where lunch was going to be ordered.

 now to be fair, i don't like sales clerks to smother me. believe me, i have left places just because i couldn't "breathe" due to some overly aggressive saleswoman hovering around me like a swarm of bees. 

but i do like to at least be acknowledged.

are you watching american idol. steven tyler is starting to drive me mad.

adjectives and sometimes even full sentences, don't always seem to get along with him, especially during the second hour, when he tends to look a bit bored. or distracted by the memory of the tight leggings the previous singer was wearing.

sophie is sleeping more and more during the day. i guess that's expected at 15, but today i have only seen her long enough for two potty breaks and a paul newsman's natural dog treat. but tonight, about dinner time, she'll run around the house crazy like a puppy, looking at us like "what?" 

i love sabrina ward harrison and have many of her books. 

yesterday i found out that her newest one that i had pre-oredered on amazon, was in stock at anthropologie. so i cancelled my order and took off to my most favorite store ever. i gently took the book off the shelf, fondling it and smiling all giddy, like a kid with a shiny new bike, forcing myself to not open it. i wanted to wait until i got home, so i could sit in the sun with my legs wrapped under me and savor it.

today i returned the book. 

it was awful compared to her other ones.

i like this:

the first to apologize is the bravest. the first to forgive is the strongest.

the first to forget is the happiest.

anonymous