Boring Clothes

Once upon a time, I substitute taught at an elementary school for a week. It wasn't until Thursday, when I wore a t-shirt and jeans to work, that anyone commented on my clothes.

A young boy stopped in front of me, looked up with earnest eyes, and asked, "Where's your costume?"

Puzzled, I replied, "What costume?"

Sighing at my lack of comprehension, he explained, "Every other day you wore a costume, but today you're not." He gave a decisive nod. "I like your costumes."

That was when I realized that my definition of "everyday clothes," worn Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, had been interpreted by this young lad as "costumes."

On Friday, I made sure to wear one of my own interpretation of everyday clothes. He was satisfied.

One other time a young woman approached me with, "I used to mix you and your sister up." 

(My sister Rebecca lived in the same town I did at the time. Can YOU tell who is who?)

The young woman continued, "But now I can tell you apart because you always wear colorful clothes and your sister wears regular clothes."

About five minutes later, Rebecca showed up, and we laughed at my sparkly shirt and swirly skirt that I'd sewn fake coins onto after market, while she wore a white collared shirt and khaki trousers.

"Boring" is a matter of interpretation. Someone who likes traditional clothes would be very uncomfortable showing up with sparkles on their chest and socks that glow in the dark. There's no right or wrong, there's just you!

Are you a costume clothes kind of person? Or are you more comfortable in traditional clothing?

(Did you guess the correct sister? In the picture, Rebecca is wearing the largest earrings (pink.) Mine are sparkly little dolphins to match the rhinestones on my shirt!)

Ornery Eggs

I'm currently taking a break from eating eggs, the evil tricksters, acting as if they are innocently sitting in their individual little holders, comfortable as can be, until you try to TAKE ONE OUT!

Then they rebel in the messiest way possible, clinging to the carton as if their little lives depended on it, the top part of the shell crumbling in the hopeful eater's fingers. 

Those stubborn eggs fight back even though they are no longer viable after being refrigerated for so long.

Why? Are they haunted by the chicks-that-could-have-been?

Do you like eggs? What's your favorite way to eat them?

Shark Feet

When Carolyn and I were in the store, we saw some slippers that we couldn't believe.

Then Carolyn got too close...

...and the slippers caught up to her!

Ahhhhh!

Shark bites!

It looks like they're smiling. What could it hurt to go closer?

Would you enjoy sticking your feet into these mouths? 

Or do you prefer a more subtle kind of footwear?

Scattered Money Game

Look what I found when I cleaned my office!

MONEY!

Yes, the money is made of coins, and some people don't particularly like coins. That was the case with my son Michael, whose money it was, and said I could have the coins, even the ones ALREADY.rolled up.

YAY FOR ME!

(Nah-nee-nah to him!)

His brother Brian had a different approach to scattered money fun. In an unexpected encounter with Brian, who is having a birthday this week (so glad you're my boy, Brian!) I was helping him clean his room when he was in high school. Near the door of his room, he picked up a handful of coins. He glanced at the assortment of quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies, then threw them across the room where they landed in the stuff we hadn't reached yet.

Astonished that he hadn't put them in his pocket or a cup on his dresser, I asked, "Why did you do that?"
He grinned. "Now I can look forward to finding them again when I clean the rest of my room."

I call that exceptionally creative thinking.

Do you like coins?