Sunday, February 14, 2010

Two Totally Unrelated Stories

I was "recycling" my breakfast into the kitchen sink where the handy garbage disposal can do its work.

Kolby stood at the counter watching. I stuck my hand out to shoo him away (I don't like an audience) and as I stuck my hand out, he grabbed it and held me.

In a small, sweet voice he said "Mama, you otay?"

I shook my head yes and told him to go away. Mama will be fine.


I sat in the drive thru window at Arby's waiting for tonights dinner, 4 for $5 regular roast beef sandwiches.

I glanced inside to see the man who puts the food in bags and on trays, grab a fry and pop it into his mouth.

I don't even know what to say.


  1. How sweet! And I don't know what to say about the French fry either.

  2. life is so funny sometimes. have so much fun with nana and papa, i wish i could come! they are most def looking forward to it. love you!

  3. The question is... did you still eat your Arby's?

  4. I couldn't understand "recycling" at first, which is odd because I recycle every day. In fact, I recycled while driving the kids to school this morning. Had to stop the van.

    Were they worried about me? No. They were worried they'd be tardy. Tommy suggested I could have recycled into the diaper bag sitting on the floor next to my seat.

    And the Arby's story? Ick!

  5. Kolby is such a sweetheart, isn't he? "Mama, are you otay?" How sweet is that? Did the Arby's guy smile & wink at you as he ate the curly fry?


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