Today I was in the church parking lot chatting with KDHD while Spouse was inside having a chat with our Pastor. Suddenly a small grasshopper flew at her torso. She started a bit, then nonchalantly brushed the grasshopper away. We are not like those girls...you know- the ones who scream and writhe and freak out at the sight of anything with antennae. BUT the grasshopper flew directly at my face and I naturally swatted at it. Just because I don't fear the bug does not mean I invite it for tea. But the critter dropped straight down and into my cleavage, where it decided to just chill out right there in my dress for a while. So that was fun.
After I evicted my little friend from his new home, KDHD noticed a pair of shoes sitting next to a street light on one of those little island thingies in the parking lot. They were black high heels, kind of big...size nine. Okay, they weren't exactly cross-dresser big, but still big. The height of the heels made them look even bigger. We were bored so I had to try them on. Oh, don't be so grossed out. It had rained the day before. I don't really know what I would have done if they had fit ('cause a 9 is not really that big for me), but they didn't so we took them inside, put them in lost and found, collected the Spouse and came home. Where we made and consumed BLTs. With fresh tomatoes from the garden.
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