It feels odd.
August 20--Write about stealing time--Ruth was supposed to be buying school supplies for her nine-year-old twin daughters. They had given very specific instructions as to color, brand, and, most important in their eyes, the current 'tween heartthrob, male or female, depicted on the items. Folders and notebooks were to be solid colors, no cutesy puppies or kitties on them and no passe characters or leftover has-been boy bands either. They were specific about the style and color backpacks, excuse me, roller packs she was to buy. Ruth had been insistent that she shop unaccompanied, because she had swept through the Back-to-School department of the local Walmart in Olympic gold medal time and was presently at the beauty school across the street getting a manicure, a pedicure, a facial, and a massage. No one needed to know about her mini-vacation.
See you next week!
--Barbara
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