Well, it was the young girl wearing a Minnie Mouse costume and the other kiddies holding stuffed Mickeys. Grandma was watching the carry-ons and mom and dad were hauling luggage with "heavy" tags off the carousel. In other words, it was a brilliant deduction.
Then there were the others waiting on the flight from Boston with us, including a youngish woman dressed to the nines. Her reaction to greeting her guy (it really was sweet) prompted Hubby and I to discuss the transition of a couples meeting each other at the airport:
- The woman meets her guy wearing a super short dress, high heels, full face of make-up, with hair styled. Guy is greeted with a french kiss or at least a lingering kiss of some sort.
- The woman is still excited to see the guy but the honeymoon's over. She's wearing reasonably nice clothes, some makeup, but nothing out of the ordinary. There might be a hug or a quick kiss upon greeting.
- This showing up at the airport to meet the guy is getting old. She's wearing sweats, shorts, or whatever. Her hair might be combed/styled. Make-up? Ha! Very funny.
- The couple is set in their routines and having to fetch the guy from the airport is becoming a royal pain. The woman waits for the guy to call and then shows up outside the terminal area. She may or may not get out of the car.
- GET A CAB!
- Oh. You. Back already?
I think I mentioned that the property behind us as sold but nobody is living there. This week we discovered that someTHING is living there:
That's right. It's a chicken pen. Obviously, they don't read my blog. If they did, they would know that any chicken will not last long out here with all the cats, bobcats, and coyotes. Sheesh! Even my old cat could get a chicken.
Finally, we got new gutters this week. Some rain to test them would be even better. We are also getting a long awaited sprinkler system for our yard. That's right. My poor plants and grass are taking even more abuse in this heat but at least it's for a good cause. BTW, I will soon be opening an Ebay store selling body parts to pay for this endeavor. Oh wait. I only have one kidney. I guess that organ won't be part of the product assortment. Hubby suggested selling something else but I said there is no way in Hades I'm selling my shoes.
Photo credit: Mice and Chicken Pen photos taken by aspiring still life photographer ReformingGeek