My husband says I need to put more of “myself” into this blog. I’m not sure the internet is ready for it, but you be the judge:
Let me set the stage. It’s 6:30 AM. I’ve been awake with a racing pregnant mind for about an hour now, and I’m starving. I pick up my Google reader and immediately notice Sweet Verbena’s Pumpkin Muffins. To make them, you just mix a box of yellow cake mix with a can of pumpkin puree. Bake. Eat. The end.
Realizing I had about a 15 minute window of time before my husband would need to get up and head out the door, I decided to quickly run out, buy the cake mix, and have a breakfast I’d actually ENJOY this morning instead of sharing Cheerios with my toddler. I threw on a hoodie and sweat pants and rushed out the door, without so much as combing my hair.
Everything was going fine and dandy. The cashier, a high school aged girl, rang up my cake without event. But just before I walked away, I said, “Okay! Have a good day!” AND BLEW THE CASHIER A KISS!!!
You see, “Okay! Have a good day!” with a kiss is usually how I send my hubby off to work every morning. My faux paw was equivalent to that awkward moment when you say, “Okay! Love you! Bye!” hang up the phone, and then realize it was your boss. With the slim hope that she didn’t hear me blow the kiss, I sped up my pace and hightailed it out of there!
I only ask that if you’re a teenager in my town and hear your friend talking about the weird kissing lady at the Giant Eagle, please reassure them that you know the weird kissing lady and she’s alright. She’s just a little too sleepy, a little too pregnant, a little too hungry, and a little too affectionate.
Muffins smell good. I’m gunna’ go eat now.