Scene: Saturday morning. Post Office Parking Lot
Me and Him sittin' in the Jeep gettin' our grooooves on.
Singin' out loud.
It occurs to me that we are middle aged white people stone cold jammin' to a rap Oldie.
In full view of the public.
I love beading these ringlets and have several design schemes floating around in the empty spaces where brain cells are meant to be.
I've also been making tons of beads who really want to come live at your house. I mean REALLY. I don't think they are planning to stalk you...
But you can never be 100% sure, huh?