a day in the life

So my friend Mica once told me that things happen to me because I make them into funny stories. She shared this bit of insight into my personality as were walking in high heels (she is always in high heels, I am not) down to the river where my car had been towed. We had been in Georgetown, eating at Cafe Bonaparte (delicious), having a wonderful evening — when we walked outside to find road construction being conducted where we had previously parked my car. The kind construction men had towed my car for me. Very sweet.

I think my lunch hour today is a great example of this playing out in my life. First, it is snowing in Lubbock today. First snowfall of winter and it is WINDY! That is the thing about West Texas winters, it is unusually windy, making the cold even colder. Those who have not experienced this phenom will think that is a weird statement. I assure you, it is not. So I’m leaving United and putting my groceries in the trunk of my car while carefully balancing (those of you who know me well are already inwardly cringing) my purse, coffee, and groceries. My bags were in the trunk but I was changing out the book in my purse (yes, I’ve come to terms with my inner nerd) and out of no where (or the east) a gust of wind slammed my trunk down . . . straight into my finger and my coffee. Coffee lid pops off, coffee spills in my trunk and on my pretty suede purse and I audibly sigh (might have also uttered a word under my breath that would not have make mom proud). Luckily, not that much of my spilled so I wasn’t at a total loss. At least my caffeine addiction would be fed. I simply started my car, retireved some napkins (I keep an abundance in my car for occasions such as this) and cleaned up the mess as best I could.  Gotta love that wind . . . or not !

As soon as I can get my pictures uploaded I will have an update on my painting and let me assure you — this story is boring in comparison. Just wait . . . oh just wait . . .