Marveling at the Joy and Humor of accepting—even embracing—the truth that we are all Imperfect.
GIGGLE #1
So the other day I was in Kroger, minding my own business and heading down the refrigerated coffee creamer aisle toward the Nutpods. (TMI?) A slim pretty lady, dressed Lululemon-ishly in yoga pants and a cool form-fitting t-shirt flashing three big words, came barreling toward me, with phone in hand feverishly texting her husband to remind him of their luncheon date at the club. Okay, I made up that last part, but I am NOT making up what happened next.
Continuing her multitask walk/jog/text exercise routine, Fit Lady, with head down, slammed directly into me before I had the common sense to skulk* against the butter.
*skulk: “to get out of sight, typically with a cowardly motive.”
To her credit. Lulu, clearly embarrassed, profusely apologized, then made her way toward the organic, gluten-free, goat’s milk yogurt. Okay, I made up that last part again.
But I’m not making up the three words on the front of her T-shirt: “BE HERE NOW.”
GIGGLE #2
The other day, Robert and I sashayed into Whole Foods, he detouring just past the entrance to look at the flowers, while I glanced at the featured items front and center.
But before I tell you what I saw, let me remind you of part of the Whole Foods mission statement:
Here’s what I saw.
“Homemade whipped cream!” I gasped. “I bet that’s better than Cool Whip.”
Excited far beyond a normal range, I leaned in a little closer.
“Wait, what does that say in the fine print?” I asked myself with growing concern.
I hustled HR away from the sunflowers and hydrangea blooms, and we both stood there, giggling imperfectly in the front of “Whole” Foods.
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