Flip Flop Blowout

A word of advice: don't fall in love with your flips. They can't live forever. Even if they're really cool, light-up-when-you-walk size 11's. (Yeah, a real find!) I've had them for years, at least 4, which is 199 in flip flop years. I even retired them last winter, hoping they would rejuvenate and serve me for another summer. They are SO COOL, flashing orange lights around and in between my toes when I walk!
But when I put them on the other day, they did their stoic best to carry me to the library and back to my car. But, alas, in the middle of crossing Main Street, one of my flips gave up the ghost, leaving me stumbling across the asphalt. In proper solemnity of the occasion, the approaching truck driver did not even smile as I double stepped backward to pick up my mortally wounded flip flop, it's connecting step pulled completely free of the sole. (Or should I say "soul?") I hobbled to my car, and the truck zoomed by in a 2-shift salute to the demise of my cherished flip.
I know from experience on my son's camo flip that gluing, taping, and cajoling do not work in bringing a flip back to life. So I'll have to send my light-up flips off to a better place, and hopefully, if I live right, I can be with them again some day.

How a "Homeless Lady" sold books

Okay, so we had a vacation to Whidbey Island, Washington, where our 15-year-old had a booksigning. The local rag hadn't included the press release for community events that I sent out, so for publicity I bought a poster paper and wrote "Stop! Meet 15-year-old author here! Now!" I sat on a chair by the curb and held my sign. After two hours, I put my prop away and went inside to see what was happening. A lady in there said she's seen me and thought I was a homeless person willing to work for food. (She didn't have her glasses on.) Then her daughter read the sign and said, "Mom! It's an author! Turn in, turn in!"
So the lady bought a book for her daughter, and we all lived happily ever after.

Off to where there's no Internet

For awhile, I'll be Internetless, so you'll have to check back for more kicks and giggles later in July!
THANK YOU for stopping by anyway! I'll come up with something worthwhile when I return... oh yeah, you KNOW I will!

Creepazoid!

Augh! I hit a bird with my car! Bob said it was a meadowlark. I get creeped out just rolling my car over already dead animals, but to actually hit and kill one... augh! It was like all my nerve endings in my whole body were on edge. I had to grip the steering wheel and blink a whole bunch of times so I wouldn't cry. It took 21 miles before I felt even close to normal again.
Birdies, fly higher!