It has been a very busy weekend. WOW. Anyone else out there who gets tired around November just by thinking of all the occasions and events he / she has to go to come December? *nods head* Yeah, I knew I wasn’t alone on that one. AND anyone else out there who is also very excited about the things the holidays bring? You know, the surprises and non-surprises (and you still get surprised when they happen, anyway). *nods head* Yeah, I knew we’d get along well.
I. Courage is not just a cowardly dog. Not anymore.
Last Thursday, I found myself falling in line at a convenience store. I was dead set on buying a box of condoms as a gift for our Secret Santa.The theme was “naughty” and I have been running dry on any creative inspiration lately, so a box of condoms it is. (I promised myself I’ll make up for it next time.) So there I was, standing, apprehensive and extremely self-conscious. And when it was my turn, I chickened out. I glanced at the cashier, glanced at the stack of condoms piled on the other side of the counter, back at the cashier, then to the guy behind me, and back at the cashier again. After that, I could only give a wave of my hand, flustered and all courage dashed away in an instant. I hastily told the cashier no, I won’t be buying anything anymore. Then I
stumbled got out of that convenience store. No doubt the cashier and the guy behind me thought, “Man, that’s one weird cookie.” Except I’m not a cookie. I think I’m more of a yogurt. (The mixed berries kind.) But then one can’t very well say, “Dude, that’s one weird yogurt.”