Last week, I was nearly back home from a walk to Jitterz for a nice cup of latte and some reading, when I saw my next door neighbor getting into his car. He noticed me and said, "Are you leaving?" I must have looked at him with total "huh?" all over my face because then he said, "Are you leaving, or are you staying?" I answered with something like, "Ummm ... I'm staying?"
I was completely in my house before I figured out he must have been asking if I was ALSO selling my place and moving.
It was so strange, because when I was walking toward my house with my keys in my hand and he asked if I was leaving, all I could think was, "Does it LOOK like I'm leaving?!?"
It was sort of like asking someone, "What time is it?" and getting the answer "Orange." Only backwards. Random, truly random.
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That was not a blonde moment, I would have had the EXACT same reaction, "Um, no...I'm coming back..."...
Oh...for Kenn: if he likes to cook, get him some really high-toned olive oil, or better yet truffle oil. It doesn't sound very exciting but cooks appreciate the good stuff.
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