Hey there, peeps! I hope everyone enjoyed the long weekend. I sure did. Today was very lazy. I did have to get out of my pjs to run a couple of errands – waaah. For a quick second, I thought about just wearing my pjs to Walmart because, let’s face it, it’s Walmart, but I was afraid the Papparazzi would be out in full force. So I didn’t.
The pool party was very relaxing yesterday.
I met a tall man. He was 6′ 7″. Here’s how we met.
“Hi, I’m Bill.”
“Hi, I’m Kristin.”
“I, for one, shouldn’t be asking this, but how tall are you?” he asked. A bit incredulously.
Um, excuse me, but I think you’re the freak in the room. And you have no manners.
Standing up straight and tall, (thinking why did I choose this day not to wear my high heels with my board shorts and tank top?!) I said, “Four eleven.” And I tried to act proud of it. Dignified. Nod. That’s right. Four eleven. Double nod.
He said, “Do people always tell you that you should be a jockey?”
As in, one of those little guys who ride horses? Like Sea Biscuit?
I said, “Do people always tell you that you should be an Upper Kitchen Cabinet Door Opener?”
I mean, really.
If I’d had a ladder, I would have crawled to the very top, and I would have reached as high as I could, and punched him in the lower regions of the stomach.
Anywho, I’m ready to announce the winners of the Sight Word Fluency pack. Thanks for all the interest! And the sweet comments!