I took a picture of the pretty twilight sky last night while we were having ice cream at Izzy's. I'm pretty sure that little flash toward the bottom is my Guardian Angel. Really!

I just... I COULD NOT make myself get up and go to splash class. I should feel guilty, but I don't! It's summer. It's a beautiful day. And it was nice to not get up and rush around. I am, indeed, indulging the rebellious girl within me.

Plan for the day - meet with my soon-to-be wedded girls to go over the ceremony (while enjoying pie!), going for a little bike ride, and then.. well, then there just doesn't have to BE a plan. I like that idea.

A couple of stories from the week:
1. I went to the bookstore because I had some time to kill before meeting the dawg for dinner. As I was browsing around, I saw a local personality who had just written a book that I wanted to read.. and he was standing directly in front of his book. HA! I asked him if he was just standing there all day long, promoting it, and we had a good laugh and a nice chat. I asked him if he'd autograph a copy for me if I bought one, and he said he would. Then we chatted for a long while more, and then we both needed to run.. and we both completely forgot about having him sign my book. Oops. At least I have a good story about it, even if there isn't an autograph to go with it.

2. My running into crazy people at the grocery store streak continues.. Last night I did the weekly shopping (because I am a wild girl, shopping on a Friday night), and I decided to give the manly Cub grocery store one more try. I realized about halfway through the trip that the prices were actually about the same as Target, so I won't need to go back there again. I got up to the register, and there was just one person ahead of me with her cart. She was clearly a cancer patient. I know this because I too have rocked the patchy hair and pink scarf look. Heh. I had all my groceries on the conveyor belt, and noticed that she, her daughters, and the cashier were going round and round about some coupons. But I wasn't going to say anything.. I wasn't in a big hurry, and I felt a kind of solidarity with this woman.

She glanced over and said "Sorry, we've got some coupon crap going on," and I replied "Hey, no worries. I'm not in a big hurry. It's fine."
Then she turned to her daughters and said "WOW! WHAT A B*TCH!" and I was all like O.O
The daughter said, "Ma, she can HEAR you!" and the woman clearly just didn't care. She was all muttering and swearing and giving me the evil eye. I didn't say anything or even look at her. Eeek.
They finally left, with the woman yelling "F*CK YOU" over her shoulder at me.
Whoa!
The cashier said "Wow, what was that?" I said that I wasn't trying to be sarcastic or anything.. and she said that I hadn't sounded that way to her. I told her that the woman probably felt sick and so crappy, and I know what that feels like. You really don't want to be nice to anyone.
(My tactic for handling that, however, was to just not go out where there were people! I preferred to keep my crabbiness to myself. Heh.) I sent some extra good thoughts up for her last night. For her, and for anyone else who happened to cross her path after I did!

Happy Saturday!