At Least They're Committed

Blech. My pistachios are mushy. I guess maybe it’s because of all the rain. The sun is out now, anyway. Supposed to go away, though, in a little bit. I was not sick of the rain, but I was sorry for the death and destruction.

I looked like a drowned rat (sad) when I ran into the grocery store this morning to grab pantyhose, since the brand new pair I’d put on already had a hole in them. No matter, as I hustled to the aisle, I passed a handsome man similar in age — tall slender, fit, salt-and-pepper hair — and he said “Hello.” I said hello back, of course.

He later stepped in line behind me and said, “You are a very pretty lady.” I blushed and giggled and said thank you. He said he hopes my husband tells me that all the time. I said once in a while. He said how very fortunate my husband was (obviously, he doesn’t know me) and I thanked him again. He told me where he worked and asked where I worked and I told him and thanked him again and said it was nice talking to him and was on my way.

I was feeling rather smug when I crawled into the truck and as I told D how tremendously fortunate he was to be married to me, the man walked out and D said, ‘I’ve seen him in there before. Quite a bit, actually. He watches you, stares.’ So that made the whole thing kind of creepy.

And the reason I’m adding this to my blog is to perhaps answer the question I pondered in my last post (adorable when wet, check), but more likely it’s because if other people find me adorable then DAMMIT you should, too. CHRIST!